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Tiny Godzilla since 1975

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7 years, 4 months ago, around lunchtime

This weekend, I managed about 7,000 words on The Ado Ward — but I still didn’t reach the end. I probably could’ve killed it off last night, but by 10:30 or 11:00 I was so tired of staring at the screen that I was afraid any output would be poor and forced, so I excused myself. Today, though, I’m going to finish Draft Zero one way or another. Here’s a revised word meter, with a new end guestimate:

What will probably happen is this: I’ll get it up to about 60K, then go back and trim it down to my original 55K projection. That’s the way I usually work, anyway; I overshoot — then return with a paring knife.

But for now, I’d like to direct your attention over to my LJ. Beneath that handy link you’ll find a little bit of set-up and a little bit of explanation about International Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Day, to which I am contributing the introductory chapter of The Ado Ward. Those of you who are curious and/or greedy for free reading material may go here, and feast your eyes upon Chapter One: The Mermaid Aquarium.

This having been established, I hope you’ll excuse me for the rest of the day. I am determined to finish Draft Zero.

[exeunt]

Milestones

7 years, 4 months ago, in the early afternoon

I cracked 50,000 words on The Ado Ward, and I’m going to squeeze out more today if it kills me. I know I’ve got Not Flesh Nor Feathers edits pending, and I swear to all the important-type folks who read this that I will not be late with them … but I honestly think I can kill off Draft Zero of TAW this weekend. And I’m going to go for it.

But now I’m starving, so I’m going to knock off for lunch. Hey, a girl can’t be expected to write about sea monsters and hurricanes on an empty stomach, now can she?

darling du jour

7 years, 4 months ago, late at night

Re: being caught outside in a hurricane.

    “The angry air smashed him flat against the wall and scraped him along it. The wind shoved him, dragged him, and pushed him. It was a million blankets smothering; it was a freight train crashing. It took his breath away and used it against him.”