accomplishedTotal words: 50,805.
Reason for stopping: finished chapter eleven. I need to pause.
Music: random shuffle, lots of angry Goth rock.
Cats: Alice, sitting in the hall; Lilly, sleeping in my underwear drawer; Thomas, flat on the bed, cuddling his squid.
Okay, that was...a lull, brought on by needing to hammer my way through the editorial revisions of One Salt Sea. But I'm back on track now, and have broken both 50,000 words and 175 pages. Also, the phrase "zombie bear" is not inaccurate. I'm just saying. And I got to give another example of a weird post-zombie legal decision. It's sad that the legal system of this world fascinates me the way that it does, but imagine being on the Supreme Court when the first of these cases started showing up!
I have the upcoming weekend totally free, followed by a weekend full of book release party chaos. I believe that I can be calm about not doing any work next weekend if I can hit 70,000 words by the end of this weekend. So that's my totally reasonable, not-insane-at-all goal. 70,000 words by the end of the weekend.
There is something wrong with the way my brain is wired, I swear.
