13,593 / 50,000(27.2%) This is not an especially inspiring day to be only 27.2% of the way through my NNWM wordcount. In order to win, I have to write 5201 words every day for the rest of the month. Actually, that’s not an especially insurmountable number, though it seems a little horrible right now. But there’s a reasonable possibility I’ll reach the end of the book before I reach the Nano wordcount, and know what? That would be JUST FINE. o.o Ted has got Tuesday through Friday off ’cause he…
gawd.
The good news: I have rewritten the Very Climactic Moment for about the eigthth time, and while it’s sort of past the eleventh hour and more like one minute to midnight as far as doing so, I am finally, finally, *finally* happy with the scene. The bad news: 22 pages of alterations (made in 10pt, not 12pt, font). Jesus God. I am going to go make dinner and rot my brain watching something like America’s Next Top Model now, thanks very much (though I assure you the only reason I’m…
apropos of nothing
A few days ago I turned on some music tv channel and Vanessa Williams’ “Save The Best For Last” was playing. I’ve had it stuck in my head since then, which is vaguely annoying, but apparently not enough so to drive it out with the Imperial March. That’s not the point, though. The chorus of that song is, “Sometimes the snow comes down in June, sometimes the sun goes ’round the moon.” Although I’m aware of that, I have always, since pretty much the first time I heard that song,…
define “done”…
I did get the whole manuscript marked up yesterday, which is one definition of “done”. Unfortunately, despite spending about four hours at it, I only got sixty pages of alterations typed into a file to send off to production. I know it gets a little bit less bad somewhere past the 150 page mark (due, I hope, to the ms actually being cleaner rather than me ceasing to care), but it’s looking like I’ll spend pretty much all day at the computer putting these in. And worst of all, it’s…
good mood!
I’m in an exceedingly good mood this morning. No idea why. Maybe I’m back on track in an Irish time zone. Maybe it’s because I had chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk for breakfast. Maybe I’m just amused at Ted, who I told I would make get up at 10am if he did not come to bed before 4am, which is when he went to bed Monday night. I got up at about half three to use the bathroom and he was not yet in bed, but by…