Thursday round-up

[desperance]

So I've been working seriously on the novel for a week; and I pretty much hate everything I've done, but this isn't about quality, this is metrics time. I had a 63-page start, part one, 19581 words; and now the total stands at

31,058 / 150,000 (20.7%)

or in simple pagecount

102 / 450 (22.7%)

- which means the totals for this last week are 39 pages and 11,477 words. Which ain't bad, if it ain't exactly stellar.

I could raise the percentages above by switching to the official contractual length of 120,000 words - but we all know first draft will come out longer, so hey. Honest metrics...

In other news, when I bought new chocolate biscuits yesterday I actually remembered to put them - still wrapped - in an airtight tin, against the depradations of young Mac. This morning, I find the tin on the floor, the lid prised off, the wrapping ripped to shreds and the entire pack of biscuits strewn across the carpet, some chewed, most just licked. Snarl.

Comments

[fidelioscabinet.livejournal.com]

That's frightening. He'll be calling for take-out next.

[devonellington.livejournal.com]

Great week's work.

Mac is very determined, isn't he? I laughed and laughed, imagining the chaos.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

You may have laughed. I, um, did not laugh. It's not the pack of biscuits that gets to me, it's the I-have-to-change-my-life; everything he likes (which is pretty much everything, excluding most vegetables but not mushrooms, which he adores) has not only to be put away on arrival, but put away in a cat-proof fashion (which is a definition that gets tougher on a daily basis - I still can't believe he prised open the biscuit-tin). I need tupperware with locks on. *grinds teeth*

Also, he is extremely cute in his cleverness, and v hard to be enduringly angry with. *grinds teeth more*

Also, all this tooth-grinding is costing me a fortune at the dentist. *grinds - no! inserts rubber gag to save teeth*

*hates the taste of rubber*