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[Scotch Challenge] – That Pesky Novel

In retrospect, this challenge was a stupid thing to do.

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I think, given a normal month, this wouldn’t have been quite as dire. As it was, I was trying to churn out 2000 words a day while buying a house, moving, unpacking my life, spending three days at a con, Thanksgiving and working working working.

The writing itself has swung wildly from inspiration to sludge to outright falling on my face. I think there’s some good stuff in here, but I’m not letting another person see this till I give it another rewrite … and I’m taking at least a month break from the damn thing.

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Anyway, that said, I’m pretty sure I’m not buying Rob, Bill and Eden scotch this month.

I have about two scenes left before “THE END” (and some loose ends here and there.) Somewhere in the next 2000 to 6000 words I think I can reasonably call this a book. (In related news, I’m all moved and the house is starting to come together.)

I wont be able to say for sure that it’s done-done (done done done) till I get those words done (done done done done,) but I’ll let you know in the next few days.

… and more importantly, Rob, Bill, Eden, baring some sort of sabotage, I intend to deny you your scotch in the next two days.

*evil laugh … which disintegrates into coughing … and snoring*

The Scotch Challenge

I blame Rob Ziegler.

The first thing you should know is that I normally don’t drink much.

And yet, I was at World Fantasy Convention, standing in the … uh, some party … maybe Tor‘s? I dunno, I was a little drunk.

Anyway, Rob was hard-timing me about the YA novel I was supposed to finish months ago and I was thinking about NaNoWriMo and I (reportedly, I was a little drunk) said, “If I don’t finish this book by December 1st, I’ll buy you something.”

Somehow, something became a bottle of Lagavulin.

Apparently I agreed, since I later found an email to myself, “i owe rob one bottle of lagavulin if i don’t finsh stupid book by dec.”

Lagavulin, in case you’re not classy, turns out to be EIGHTY DOLLAR SCOTCH WHISKEY.

If I were smart, I would’ve told Rob that drunk email contracts aren’t binding and it wasn’t fair anyway because I thought Lagavulin was some sort of fruity wine.

Instead, I complained to Bill Shunn the next morning (perfectly sober) and Bill took ruthless advantage of my hangover. “Oh, well, you can by me a bottle of Ardbeg Uigeadail if you fail.”

And I (perfectly sober) said, “Fine, I’ll do that, Bill Shunn!”

I’m pretty sure he smirked.

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I’ve been informed that Ardbeg Uigeadail is not in fact cheap drinking chocolate but is ALSO AN EIGHTY DOLLAR BOTTLE OF SCOTCH.

The details are fuzzy, but sometime in the next hour I offered Eden Robins a bottle of A’bunadh ($72)

This was the point where I realized I had a problem and needed help. Interventions were staged before I could offer Bradley Beaulieu a bottle of Old Pulteney.

Still, I find myself encumbered with at least $250 worth of alcohol bets.

But, screw it. I’ll just finish the book, right? We’re talking about 45,000 to 60,000 words in the next month. That’s basically NaNoWriMo anyway. Peice of cake.

Of course I’ll be whining about this all month. Updates to follow.

Oh, I’ve also suggested to Rob, Bill and Eden that if I DO succeed in finishing this book in the next month, maybe the three of them should buy me some really good wine.