busyTotal words: 134,426.
Estimated words remaining: 16,000.
Reason for stopping: finished chapter twenty-nine/book IV. Now is the time of bed.
Music: random shuffle, lots of Counting Crows.
Cats: Alice, unknown; Lilly, sitting next to the chair; Thomas, sitting in the hall.
Let me make it clear that I did not actually write 23,000 words today. I just haven't managed to make a word count post in a little while, which means I had some catching up to do. There; now consider me caught up. And since I have no further travel this month, I should be able to stay caught up. And that's terrifying.
Not counting the time needed to revise and process edits, I should finish this book in between four and ten days; probably somewhere in the seven to eight day range. It's been harder than I expected, because it's...it's like graduating high school. It's not just math class, it's the LAST math class. It's not just lunch, it's the LAST lunch.
It's not just a zombie. It's the LAST zombie.
But I shall persevere. The end is in sight, and on the other side of it is revision and rewriting and also buckling down on Ashes of Honor, which will be so refreshing you don't even know. All I have to do is get there.
All I have to do is rise.
Singing Won't Fix This, 2/2
June 2 2011, 21:46:23 UTC 6 years ago
Kurt stands patiently in the entryway, looking past Emma as she watches the lights on his kit flash. He can go out there and be Artie's on the spot eyes and ears, but he's never been able to summon up the nerve to watch the lights if someone else can do it for him.
"Welcome home, Kurt," Emma says finally, and Kurt hugs her before going on into the house.
Finn grabs him tight for a second and says, "Next time you're gonna be so late, let us know," and then lets go. Kurt moves on to David, who's still getting the hang of hugs, and then Puck.
"Don't get too smartass out there."
Puck just grins. "Smartass gets ratings."
Kurt hugs him anyway, because it's the ritual now, and heads upstairs to Brittany's room, which is now half the girls' bedroom and half the primary communications hub.
"Hey, great job today," Artie says as he enters, pulling away from the keyboard for a second and opening his arms. Kurt leans down to hug him. "That V-sign from Puck's already looking good for our new header image."
"Could you not encourage him to do anything more idiotic than he already does?"
Artie seems to be about to object on the grounds of his ratings and then sees the look on Kurt's face and doesn't push it.
Finally Kurt steps over the tangle of wires and flops down onto Brittany's bed. He has to hug Lord Tubbington first, who's purring his head off as usual, and then finally nestle up against Brittany, who stops typing immediately to throw her arm over him and pull him close.
"We missed you," she says.
"I missed you too."
"Did you--"
"No."
Every time he tells her no, he didn't see anyone they know out there, she seems relieved. For a Fictional, she can be pretty damn stubborn about not accepting the truth about some things unless she sees it with her own two eyes, or in this case with Kurt's own two eyes.
He slides his arm over her anyway and closes the embrace, because it's what he does, even if Sue denounces it as drippy bullshit (and always hugs him back anyway).
"How's our kitty's blog going, anyway?" he asks, nodding at her laptop.
"Oh, he didn't have a lot to say today, so I had to make some stuff up for him. I was writing my blog. Want to see?"
Kurt quickly shakes his head before she can turn the screen towards him. "I'll, um, catch up on my RSS feed later. Right now I'm starving."
Right now he doesn't want to see her blog, with the yearbook photo collage header and DON'T STOP BELIEVIN' emblazoned in red across the top. Right now, after being out there and seeing the bodies twist and fall after each perfect shot, it's a fiction he is not sure he can bring himself to believe.
Re: Singing Won't Fix This, 2/2
June 14 2011, 15:03:50 UTC 6 years ago
Very nice.