Up to 30K on The List. Plus have worked out a lot of details for the middle and the end, including how GML and PE will interact, the meat of the relationship. Am working out the villain and may be eliminating a minor bad guy. But it's going well, I think. I just wish I had more time. sigh

29K for the List. I wrote a lot on Saturday, mostly two scenes where PE is in jail and the perjury stuff, plus rewriting some stuff to fit that. Also, now some stuff happens way too fast, it's not sufficiently set up, and I have to figure out how to fix that, which won't be a big deal, I think. Mostly, with only 29K, there's a bunch of stuff that doesn't work well yet, but I think will. Don't know how much I'll get done tomorrow. My son isn't in school that day. We'll see.

For the List, 27K+ words and now I have the middle worked out which naturally requires reworking the parts I already wrote, but not materially, just in keeping. Also the title, The List, is going to echo back. Fab. I'm staying pretty excited about the story. I was hoping to get materials to the agent who's requested them, but now I can improve the synopsis and probably sent my present chapter one, though maybe I'll send one of the interior chapters that I like. I dunno.

I forgot to mention that on Thursday while I was mostly in a feverish state and sleeping off and on, I kept dreaming about The List and now I know the rest of the book. Having read my materials on Forgery and learned that forging banknotes during the restriction period was a hanging offense, it's plain that poor PE needs to be in danger of being hanged. And, I swear, when I hauled myself out of bed today, feeling yukky as all get out, I kept thinking, NO! That can't happen to my heroine, that's just awful! Slapping self. It's a book, you idiot! If there's nothing at stake, no one cares! Sheesh!

I have a really yukky cold. Be that as it may, the covers for The Spare arrived yesterday, along with the galleys. I've been through them, have corrected stuff and honestly don't know if I hate the darn book or not. sigh

Today was a strangely productive day. First, I didn't get up early like I wanted to last night. Sleep is good. Took son to school, got coffee, went to school myself to tutor. Got there early enough to get in 25 minutes on a better synopsis for The List. Then tutored. Then an hour to work on the synopsis some more, but I have no idea how the darn thing is going to end, except, of course, happily. Duh! Then a meeting about conjuctions. Grammar talk flying fast and furious, then about an hour and a half where I was sick of the synopsis and besides I just really wanted to read my favorite chapters from The List, so I did that and I got some good work done. Clear that I need more work on the opening chapters to set up the great stuff later. Anyway, had to leave early because son had dental appt. Got in 15 mins at the dentist office. Then to son's Aikido, where I got in another hour or so, then home at last where....

I had an email from the Vines agency, which I knew would be no and it was. My projects are not right for their list. Well, duh, I say to myself because all I had to send was synopses which suck. This is my problem, great stories (so I like to think) great writing, sucky synopses. I hate those things. I swear they're designed to make writers even more insecure than they already are. I think someone could make a fortune offering to read MS and writing the synopsis for the writer. Anyway, I am convinced I cannot sell on the strength of a synopsis, but I can sell on the strength of my writing. But now I am despressed. Plus I have to fix the synopsis for The List so I can send it, and Lord Ruin off to the next agent. This one I have a shot at since presumably, she will read Lord Ruin, since she asked for a copy, and thus figure out I am not without some degree of talent.

I have read through the counterfeiting material Eric T brought back from London. Good stuff, and I got some great notions about plot stuff that need to percolate a bit. Snowed under with school.

Lastly, I just want to say that I am thrilled with all my favorite chapters of The List. They're really, really good. Ok, now really last, I'm worried The Spare sucks and it won't matter how good The List is because no one will ever publish me again. And so to bed.