I am trying to be more consistent, but some days I seem to have no drive and others it’s overdrive. Still making the 10k weekly goal, but, oh boy the ways.
Stayed up until 04:30 (that’s four in the morning or 11:30 UTC for you universalists) and wrote the complete Chapter 12 (some truths about Albert are revealed. And let’s not forget the zombies.) 6,178 words. This morning did the read, review, edit, and clean up routine and bumped it to an improved 6,625 . Total count to date? 60,063 words. And just a touch over 50% done–if I’m going by the outline, which I am.
And Chapter 13 is hopping up and down impatiently saying “me next, me next!” and I can’t remember what I was going to call the character introduced in this chapter or what last name I’d settled on for someone else and my brain feels like cottage cheese. Oh yes, I’m supposed to be harassing poor Charlaine with interview questions–which I haven’t done because I’m obsessing on this and I know she’s busy with her own ms–and I need to find homes for the 2,000 remaining Poltergeist postcards, but haven’t spent a lick of time getting in touch with conventions to send them to for swag bag-distribution, or any of those things. I need a secretary…. And a spare brain. I shall not keep it in a jar by the door like Eleanor Rigby, though, as the ferrets would no doubt dump the poor thing and then knock it around the boat until it inevitably ended up in the cat box and since I already have one mind that’s usually in the sewer, I probably should take better care of the spare. Don’t you think?
blargh. Can’t I just get paid for being clever?