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desperanceAnd that, laz'n'gemmun, is five hundred pages.
And I think I've found a way to get to the end a little sooner, just by switching point of view earlier than I was expecting to. Watching from a distance, you don't get to see half as much; which means I don't have to describe it. Yay.
But it has to be said, I'm not impressed by my death-marchingness. Time was, I'd have been good at this; but time isn't, and I'm not. So far, I've hardly written more than I would have done anyway. My body's not helping - I'm chilly and wheezy and my back hurts - but these are thin excuses. What I'm thinking, maybe as well as having become (shock, horror!) a morning writer, maybe I've become a steady-as-she-goes writer too, and I don't have a sprint finish any more?
And I think I've found a way to get to the end a little sooner, just by switching point of view earlier than I was expecting to. Watching from a distance, you don't get to see half as much; which means I don't have to describe it. Yay.
But it has to be said, I'm not impressed by my death-marchingness. Time was, I'd have been good at this; but time isn't, and I'm not. So far, I've hardly written more than I would have done anyway. My body's not helping - I'm chilly and wheezy and my back hurts - but these are thin excuses. What I'm thinking, maybe as well as having become (shock, horror!) a morning writer, maybe I've become a steady-as-she-goes writer too, and I don't have a sprint finish any more?