I try to write at least 4,000 words a day on whatever work(s)-in-progress I have going. It’s a daily goal that I usually sometimes hope to endeavor to meet.
Right now I’m working on book four of the Jack Randall series. I’m also working on a new edit of my first book, Closure. I’m also outlining for my serial novel that I’ll be starting when I’m done with that. I’m told by my editor that I have to have book four to her by September 30th (She even wrote it in Sharpy) or she won’t be able to fit me into her schedule. So, I’m a busy guy. I’m staying off the internet. I’m avoiding The Passive Voice. I’m in lurk-only mode everywhere else. I’m on track to make it. Or I was until a few days ago.
Then I started reading The Martian. It’s been on my to-be-read list for some time.
If you are a space / engineering / construction / do-it-yourself / Leggo / Rubicks Cube / adventure kind of guy like me this book amounts to nothing short of a heaping plate of bacon!!
I promised myself that my reading would never suffer due to my writing schedule. But man is it hard.
Especially with all the work I have right now. Andy’s book is so good I’m staying up too late and end up using it for a pillow. Which of course affects my writing. So the opposite has happened, my reading is affecting my writing. I’m blaming Mark. Why? Because I can.
So, I’m breaking my own rule about reviews here. I don’t write them for other authors. Just a policy I have. (See my policy page if you need a better explanation) BUT this book is too damn good.
The Martian. Read it. You’ll love it. Just stock up on food and water and potatoes first.
You’ll need them.
Andy says I should spoil the book for you so you can get back to work. So here it goes.
Colonel Mustard did it, with the sprocket, in the airlock.
Too late, Jim! I finished it last night…technically this morning…either way I win! Ha!