40,200 words, or thereabouts. Haven’t actually counted, but the chapter was in the 600s somewhere when I stopped writing to watch Buffy (yeah, I watched it, because I’m indoctrinated, or something). So I wrote just under 4K words today, I think. Somewhere around there. My brain’s a little tired now, or maybe _I’m_ just a little tired. I could finish the chapter, but I think I’ll take a page from Hemingway’s book, and begin tomorrow from one true thing.
We were talking today, in the workshop, about ‘Procrastination vs. It’s Time To Take a Break, Moron’.
When you can’t see straight enough to put stuff on the page, begin again tomorrow.