accomplishedTotal words: 43,795.
Reason for stopping: finished chapter nine, and it is so time for bed.
Music: random shuffle, lots of country music. THE MUSIC OF PAIN.
Cats: Alice, a large blue lump on the floor; Lilly, unknown; Thomas, a long blue line on the bed.
So four days ago I went "yay, I'm over 100 pages, yippee for me." Today, I am going "I am now over 150 pages, dude, what the fuck." (153 pages, to be precise.) I have finally hit the point where the book basically writes itself, and I have to type as fast as I can, just to catch up. This is the stage where I make the most fascinating word-substitution typos, the ones my spell check can't catch but my early readers thankfully can. (Tonight's gems include "assistance" for "assistants," and "dune" for "done.") This will last another 20,000 words or so, before I reach the bottom of the hill and have to start forcibly dragging myself upward again. And I can live with that.
In "my brain is an ecosystem" news, I got my editorial letter for One Salt Sea today. I'd been expecting it sometime this month, which is part of why I've been writing with such frantic focus, since Blackout will now need to take a backseat to revisions on the fifth Toby book, at least for a few weeks. But there's no way I'm going to let work stop completely. I couldn't, even if I wanted to; the book has too much momentum, and it's going to drag me along with it, whether I want to go or not.
I'm so amazed that we're finally here. I never dreamed we'd make it this far.
When will you rise?
February 15 2011, 06:53:35 UTC 6 years ago
February 15 2011, 07:11:21 UTC 6 years ago Edited: February 15 2011, 07:12:48 UTC
Same here. However, I can listen to music in *other* languages while writing, even when I know what the words mean or know the language well enough to understand them. Weird brain facts FTW.
Edited for clarity.
February 15 2011, 15:34:52 UTC 6 years ago