My wife had her medieval crafts friends over for dinner (salted pork roast and other delicious things), I helped entertain guests for a change, and it was difficult to figure out what to write tonight again. So, nose to the grindstone, because excuses don’t increase wordcount.
Not a typo; yesterday’s total was a typo (I looked at the wrong number). Still, I’m only down 3000 words at this point. I guess I’ll come up with something that bridges the gap in the narrative between what I wrote yesterday and what I wrote today. I wasn’t sure how to get from where I was to where I wanted to go, so I wrote out where I wanted to go in the hopes that it would give an idea on how to get there. I think that it may have worked, too. We’ll see.
We’re all spreadsheeted up in this stuff now, mind you. Got a scene out of my head and onto the words that came out fairly well, I think. Also, had to look stuff up. I’m trying my best not to research anything on general principles, but sometimes I have to.
Eighteen thousand words. Lord have mercy. No, really, that would be great, Lord.
I thought, actually, that I would just write out a few hundred words and claim (my thankfully clearing up) sickness to excuse the rest. But I got back into the groove. I’m still a couple of thousand words behind, but we’ve stopped the falling.
I am, alas, sick. I caught whatever kept my youngest kid out for two days earlier this week, and I am shamelessly combining the prologue that I should have been counting all along with my actual wordcount to come up with today’s number. And now I will probably put up a music video and go to bed.
But I wrote something! I didn’t just use being sick as an excuse not to. Gotta keep plugging away at this.
As I noted earlier and yesterday: I took my wife out for our anniversary this evening. I am pleased that I got this many words out, particularly since there was wine with both dinner and desert. The important thing was to sit down for at least an hour and work. Which I have done, so I suspect that I will be sleeping soon.
A good day, although one that started slowly. The great test shall be tomorrow. Tomorrow is an anniversary dinner with my wife. We shall probably be home late, and I will certainly will have had a beer, at bare minimum.
Still. almost 12K words. If I’m not careful, this could turn into a book.
…Today was not a great day in general. It took a while before I could sit down to write anything, in fact. I consider it almost a special miracle that I got 1639 words out today.
But, hey: 10K words tomorrow. Or, more accurately: 11.5K. Maybe even 12K, if the keyboard is hot…
Geez. At this point I’m going to have over 10K words written within the next two days. I haven’t even gotten that far along in the plot yet!
I know that this is not, strictly speaking, long. But 6,500 words is rather longer than what I am used to. Fortunately, I still retain an idea of what happens next. I fear the day in all of this when I will not.