There is so much writing going on here. This week, I wrote just over 13,000 words and I have tomorrow to myself, so I will probably add to that total.
It also feels like I’m getting close to finishing this WIP. This is huge. I have not finished a WIP yet. Ever. This was a project that started out as a novella idea, but is now at 60,000 words, so I think it will end up being a 85,000-word novel. I think the first draft will be around 70,000 words or a little more, but I will need to go back and pave over some of the plot holes I’m ignoring right now as I race toward the finish. It feels like I’m gaining momentum as I get closer, so I’ve had some really productive days.
However, today it’s well over 100 degrees and so damn uncomfortable that I haven’t felt like doing much except laying on the floor under the ceiling fan. I wrote 140 words, then gave up and drank wine because it was the only beverage in my house that was chilled. Productivity suffered.
|Also, is this normal? My new cat sleeps on her back with her feet in the air. I hope this means she’s really secure in her new home and not that there’s a layer of carbon monoxide floating above the floor.