Today’s word count: 3,976
Current word total: 77,003
My back hurts, I have lost my ability to spell, and I don’t think I could come up with another original thought today if I tried.
I have under three thousand words left. Part of me is suspicious and believes that this is a dream from which I will wake to discover that reality is very harsh indeed. Another part of me is ridiculously gleeful and pushing to finish as soon as possible, because to hand the manuscript in early would further cement my status as saint with the publishing team.
In the meantime, I’m going to go take a couple of Advil and lie down. I might read something that has no connection to my work whatsoever. I might not. I might just stare at the ceiling and pet a cat. That sounds remarkably attractive.
Current word count: 75,133
Less than 5K to go!
They just called me and asked if I would write a little invocation to launch the imprint’s sales meeting tomorrow. Nice hook: ties in the New Age thing, the current topic of spells, and gets the sales team in the right mood for the information to follow. How cool is that?
This calls for chocolate.
Woke up at six-thirty this morning, and half an hour later I had an upset stomach. And I still do.
I hate stupid little things like upset stomachs. They’re minor, and yet they sap all your energy. I almost wish that I hadn’t done so well yesterday, because now there’s a little voice in the back of my head suggesting that I curl up under an afghan with a cat as a living hot water bottle, and not write, because I’m ahead of schedule. That voice is currently engaged in a knock-down fight with my work-ethic voice and my panicked I’ll-Never-Get-It-Done-In-Time voice, who are both attempting to repress it.
While that’s being decided, I’m going to curl up with tea and perhaps read.