Tuesday round-up

[desperance]

It's not noon yet, and I haven't written a damn thing today (see previous post, under 'insomnia' - I didn't make it out of bed till 8.30, and my back hurts, as it often does after a night of unsleeping), but I'm just going to log this and go.

It really hasn't been a good week. I have a plethora of excuses - copy edit, play, sickness, meetings, Lord alone knows what else - but the facts remain:

89,924 / 90,000 (99.9%)

(Y'know, if I'd done the sums before I started this update, I might've paused to write those extra 76 words, just to take me to that putative target. But nah, I don't deserve them.)

In pages, a slightly less fatuous prediction (tho' one I shall still exceed, I fancy):

279 / 300 (93.0%)

So that's 9734 words for the week. And I still have to finish the copy-edit, which is today and tomorrow; and then I'm away to Derby on Thursday, for a Phantoms gig. Back Friday, and with luck there should be some writing-time after that. But no, we do not feel good.

Mind you, harpies, this week. I wasn't expecting the harpies.

Comments

[triciasullivan.livejournal.com]

Me, I'd kill for that wordcount. But I guess it's all relative.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

So would I have done, any year but this year. Any book but this book (oh, and the last). I've just been assimilated into this high-achiever crowd, y'know? And I feel I have to keep my end up.

[Exit, muttering "A peak is not a target, a peak is not a target..."]

It's me, I've just lost my password

[(Anonymous)]

Which is 9,570 words this week. Just started the final chapter, which should drag me to around 95,000 words, possibly a shade over as I panic and try to squeeze everything into this last gasp that I think I should have mentioned elsewhere. Not a very satisfying writing week, unfortunately, due to having to cover someone else's job at work and do my own work as well, leaving me pooped.

Next countdown is due Hallowe'en, which is appropriate... Presumably one or the other of us might finish the first draft before then.

Re: It's me, I've just lost my password

[desperance.livejournal.com]

That would be you, then, first to finish, if you only have 5000-odd to go. Me? Fifteen, maybe twenty. At a guess. A journey in the dark, a confrontation, another confrontation, a resolution and a twist. Gotta have a twist. You get to the bottom of the G&T, you have to suck the lemon.

[tavishsdoll.livejournal.com]

Well done guys. Still lagging behind (way,waaaaay behind without a hope of catching up) but the words are starting to come easier and quicker. Had to dump around 3000 (again) this week for the usual reasons, characters keep wanting to get too complicated. And have decided not to add in today's offering, but to keep it 'til next week. (Which looks like it might be the finish line for someone!) Excuses are as ever, no roof and too much rain - a situation which should be resolved sometime next week (the roof bit, probably not the rain!)

[desperance.livejournal.com]

If excuses remain the same and yet the words come easier and quicker, this is all good news, I think. And you're coming up to one of those milestones, the two-thirds point, where I think things speed up anyway. It's nothing but a dash from two-thirds to three-quarters, and by then you can usually see your way home.