I believe I’m coming to terms with my fate and accepting I’m not gonna write any more than 2200 words today. 2200 isn’t at all bad, but it’s not even a whole chapter, so that’s sort of a bother. But Ted and I went into Cork to try to deliver ‘s book, only she had the nerve to leave work early when I hadn’t, like, warned her we were coming or anything. Sheesh. Of all the thoughtless things… :) So since we were in Cork, Ted and I went to…
and the winnahs are…
, with her guess of 375 (1 off from my Ted-chosen number 376) and, oh, hey, , who lives nearby so I don’t even have to ship the book to her muahahahah ahem with 121, which was the closest to my me-chosen number of 128, are the lucky winners of signed copies of THUNDERBIRD FALLS. :) , if you’d be so good to email me your address (cemurphyauthor at gmail dot com), I’ll do my best to get my act together and send books! :) In the meantime, 2200ish words…
wikipedia meme
Gakked from and , among others. I think I’ve done this before, so I tried to pick ones I didn’t know about. :) Go to Wikipedia (http://www.wikipedia.org/). Type in your birth date (but not year). List three events that happened on your birthday. List two important birthdays and one interesting death. Post this in your journal. Events: 1495 – Friar John Cor records the first known batch of scotch whisky. 1533 – Henry VIII of England’s new wife, Anne Boleyn, is crowned as queen. 1909 – The Alaska-Yukon-Pacific Exposition world’s…
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I see have befuddled some people with the phrase cat exploded. I stole this phrase from Neil Gaiman some years ago, after he described the writing process this way: …I may well start posting daily word counts and the ‘had a good writing day’/’had a bad writing day’ stuff that life writing a novel tends to become. (When writing a novel that’s pretty much entirely what life turns into: “House burned down. Car stolen. Cat exploded. Did 1500 easy words, so all in all it was a pretty good day.”…
there.
Another cat exploded kind of day, which I really didn’t think I’d have, since I goofed around being cheerful so much this morning. But in the end, I hit 5300 words for the day, broke 300 pages, and am at 70,600 words on the book. That’s 3 chapters left, according to the wordcount, and that sounds just about right for how much story I’ve got left. Two or three chapters and the epilogue. If we don’t go into Cork tomorrow, I might finish tomorrow. If we do, it’ll probably be…