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, 16:44:58 UTC 6 years ago
(In unimportant things that can wait until you are not Sick Unto Death, Save That Dying Would Take Too Much Effort...did you ever explain why you picked Mira Grant for your nom de horror*? I think I've found the reason for "Grant," if only by luck, but "Mira" eludes me.)
* - If there is a god of the French language, I feel certain that I will be hearing from said deity, and not kindly.
June 13 2011, 14:12:18 UTC 6 years ago