sickTotal words: 146,291.
Estimated words remaining: 4,000.
Reason for stopping: I am sick even unto death.
Music: really, really LOUD rock and roll.
Cats: Alice, flat on the lower tier of the cat tree; Lilly, on the windowsill; Thomas, on the top level of the cat tree.
As expected, I did not finish the book today. Also as expected, the book is going to run a little over my first draft estimate, putting us, oh, probably closer to 155,000 than 150,000 words. That's fine. Soon, I will finish this draft, process my pending edits, and ship the whole messy thing off to the patient Machete Squad for hacking into bits.
I am truly and genuinely almost done with my first series as Mira Grant. I am getting ready to write "THE END" on this huge, sprawling, amazing story. I am delighted. I am terrified.
I am also sick even unto death, so I'm going to go sleep now.
June 9 2011, 15:09:37 UTC 6 years ago
Sleep well, and get better. The machetes are patient.
(In case you've been contemplating vectors, a data point that might interest you: Another friend of mine who went to Wiscon is also sick.)
(And I'm a little surprised that no one has yet reacted to "my first series as Mira Grant" with "What's the next one going to be?" :) )
June 9 2011, 15:46:37 UTC 6 years ago