relievedTotal words: 88,802.
Reason for stopping: the book just broke three hundred pages; I need sleep.
Music: mostly Great Big Sea and random country.
The cats: Lilly, in a loaf on the bed; Maine Coons, unknown.
I can look at what I just wrote and already start to say "this paragraph is repetitious, this scene is too long, this scene is too short, fix it fix fix it." But because I have dealt with my internal editor for years now, I am putting that little voice aside and moving on, moving toward a point where I can apply that urge to the entire manuscript. And that time is getting closer every day. I'm shaving days off my estimated time of completion with every session like tonight's, which went over 800 words past where it "needed" to go (and even that "need" is currently 2,000 words ahead of my estimate chart, because I got a lot of work done over the weekend).
This is all good. I do my best work, structure-wise, when I'm moving so fast that I'm tripping over my own feet. Also, and this is a big, big also, this level of completion means that I'm getting the space I need to work on some other projects, and that's a good thing. I'm at my sanest when I'm skipping between worlds every night, spending Mondays with Toby, Tuesdays with the Price family, and Wednesdays with someone else altogether. Soon, the world will go back to normal.
And I can't wait.
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