Still going well. Still no work on other projects, although one of them is throwing me come-hither looks.
Here’s the play-by-play:
Saturday: 892 at my morning writing group. Carefree for the rest of the day.
Sunday: 835 today, in dribs and drabs that seemed to take forever even though it was really only about half an hour longer than usual. Also rearranged lots of previously-written bits, discovering in the process exactly how much work my subplot needs.
Monday: I’m falling into a pattern: somewhere between 400 and 600 words, I despair that I’m a talentless hack who’ll never have another original idea again. I force myself to write another line, and half an hour later I look up to find that I’ve overshot the goal. 908, just in time for dinner and Heroes. Yay.
Tuesday: 789, every one of them a pain in the ass. I’m selfishly glad to see that others had a rough day, too. [Everyone’s posts were filled with misery on Tuesday. Sunspots?]
Wednesday: 1034 in just under an hour, as if the story knew it was a bitch yesterday and wanted to make it up to me. Also located two pages of a handwritten scene done in 2005 and promptly lost, so that got typed up too. (+472, if you care, but it doesn’t count.) It’s 10 p.m.; do you know where your old notebooks are?
Thursday: 10 p.m.: 794 at my evening writing group, in which the two stars of this scene got falling-down drunk and made asses of themselves. Life is good. 11:30 p.m., breaking news: Oops. As soon as my head hit the pillow my antagonist’s motivation became clear. Turns out she isn’t just a capricious bitch. Who knew? New total: 1055.
*Friday: More drunken revelry, plus a spy in their midst. The plot, she thickens. 763.