Pace officially picked up

I didn’t get off to a running start this morning. Raise your hand if you’re surprised.

But in the afternoon (late, late afternoon) I finally put away my internet-surfing and started tapping away at the book.

2523 words, and I made Greg walk the dog and then WAIT ON ME to go out to dinner so I could finish the scene I was writing. When it’s working, stay in the room.

The total is now 81,110. I feel like going in and adding a “very” just to have all the ones line up, but I won’t. Flipped over the mileage again, as you can see. Pretty much nothing like it, except, I imagine, finishing the damn thing. Can’t wait to find out. “In less than 9,000 words will you be finding out?” you ask.

Not sure. I think it might be somewhere in the post-90,000, pre-100,000 that we are headed, but I can’t think about that. I just need to pick up the pace a bit. Not just in writing the words, but in the words that get put down. The pace of the book needs to pick up, because we are spiraling toward what people in the trade call an ending.

Tomorrow might get hijacked a bit with all the job stuff, but I’ll get my thousand done. I swear.

By Published On: August 17, 2009Categories: The Day I Died, Writing