A.C.Franklin Fiction

I already had to start weeding. There’s an incursion of gout weed that refuses to be quelled, and will need constant culling to be managed. I have a number of other plans for the garden–transplant some of the sumac thicket that’s sprung up, split down the irises, cut back the roses and lavender, mow the clover patch to let the wild strawberries gain more ground…always things to do.

I did increase my minimum weekly word count. I’m hoping that I can continue to increase it as I regain my stamina. Just this week, I completed the rough draft of the anthology story, and noted down a few things for edits. I still want to let it cool before I go in with the carving knife. No title yet, but titles are always tricky.

Editing of the previously completed novel is building up steam, too. (Allow me the pun–it’s nominally steampunk.) Two chapters edited so far. I love seeing the red on the horizon of everything that will soon start going wrong.