no there ain't no rest for the wicked / 'til we close our eyes for good
33342 / 150000 words. 22% done!
. . . yeahhhhh.
So, I think I hate myself, but I'm going to try and get the other 116,658 words of The Book's first draft written before November 1st, just in time to kill myself with another NaNoWriMo. Which gives me about five and a half months to work with, which means roughly 6,000 words a week and zero time to edit (which is fine, it'll be a first draft and I'll edit it like motherfuck after NaNoWriMo, or whenever I can stand to look at it again). Which means I HATE myself.
I. I don't even. What. No seriously, what.
I want a finished book really, really bad, though, and this cray-cray evil schedule is seriously tempting me.