Wow. It’s the end of week two, and I’ve already written 33,218 words on my novel, and that doesn’t count today’s words which are still tucked away in a notebook. I should hit over 35,000 words by the end of the day.
It’s going fairly well, although the draft is very rough—a rode hard and put away wet, three days of five-o-clock shadow sort of thing in not very clean pajamas. It will need some work. Still, I’m enjoying the whole thing immensely. I don’t usually write over seventeen thousand words a week. This is progress, and proof to myself that I am capable of the feat. That is exciting.
I’m also hitting some areas that simply need to be researched, which will happen outside of the boundaries of this month. I’m writing a mystery, and since I’ve never been a cop or a murderer, there are some details I need to learn about through books. I have done some hands-on research—I once shot a paper target in a very delicate part of his anatomy with a gun I was afraid to even touch. It was a very educational experience, and I have no more to fear from paper targets. They’ve stopped stalking me at night, and that’s all I asked for.
So, the headlong rush to completion continues. I hope everyone has a lovely weekend.
See you tomorrow!