Oh, before I forget - faint
I haven't been online much this week (yes, I know it's been blessedly quiet).
And something very odd has happened. Writing. Lots. Over 11 thousand words. Longhand. *faints*
I finally know it's that many because I've only just finished typing it up. I've spent too long doing it. It's going to kill me, I swear.
So - is the progress down to preferring to write longhand? Preferring to sit on the bed and write rather than in here? (In here nearly cripples me, I must admit.) Or is it some weird alchemy to do with not having a wordcounter that makes me write more? Or not seeing it on screen means it's not 'proper' so I just waffle on and don't fiddle so much? Or simply that I can't get on the net? Yes, I know....
Answers on a postcard, please.
Oh - and my tale of high drama, ancient Greece, archaism, heroism and suffering seems to have become a bodice ripper. Which is rather disturbing.
And something very odd has happened. Writing. Lots. Over 11 thousand words. Longhand. *faints*
I finally know it's that many because I've only just finished typing it up. I've spent too long doing it. It's going to kill me, I swear.
So - is the progress down to preferring to write longhand? Preferring to sit on the bed and write rather than in here? (In here nearly cripples me, I must admit.) Or is it some weird alchemy to do with not having a wordcounter that makes me write more? Or not seeing it on screen means it's not 'proper' so I just waffle on and don't fiddle so much? Or simply that I can't get on the net? Yes, I know....
Answers on a postcard, please.
Oh - and my tale of high drama, ancient Greece, archaism, heroism and suffering seems to have become a bodice ripper. Which is rather disturbing.