Tot-up Tuesday

[desperance]

God, can it really be Tuesday again already? I was just thinking "Gah! I hate this scene, this morning's work and yesterday's, I just want to tear it all up and start again. Again. And it'll play hell with the Tuesday word-count, again..." and then I realised, this was Tuesday so I might as well do the wordcounting now, before I start hacking and slaying the words. That'll keep the count clean, even if the desk gets mired in gore.

So, where are we? We are here:

18,408 / 150,000 (12.3%)

or, in my preferred page-count

59 / 450 (13.1%)

which is 5,489 new words since last week, which is of course pathetic. And yes, I have been ill; and yes, I have been proofreading all week; and yes, I have spent one afternoon running a workshop; and yes, I have been away for the weekend; and yes, it's still pathetic.

And, as I say, I want to tear much of it up and start again. Again. We are all of us in the gutter, but some of us are face-down in the filth.

*flounces off, in search of laudanum, absinthe and a green carnation*

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[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

Department of gratuitous information: the green dye which made this possible was invented by E. Nesbit's brother.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

And she says he hadn't done at all well? When he had done something so wonderfully useful with his life, as to give Oscar a thing he could be epigrammatic about? Bah!