Update on Project: Original fic for submission to
Harper Voyager The stats:
Current word count - 60101
Bags of chocolate chips eaten - only 1.5 AMAZINGLY.
Pots of coffee - At least one a day and one coke zero a night, sometimes with another cup of coffee a night. Does not include coffee at work.
Frequency of freaking out - still hourly
Estimated word count of completed project - still 90000. I think.
Honestly, I'm EXHAUSTED. I had to cancel cello lessons this week so I could stay home and write. Writing is the LAST THING I want to do when I get home, but I'm actually on target for completion so as long as I don't freak out or fuck it up, I should be okay. But my brain is tired. I'm losing the ability to write the English language. I type so many words throughout the day and then at night that I think I'm making some up at this point. I've lost all ability to distinguish between peak and peek and I caught myself writing sean for seen the other day and wondering why it looked weird. I still waffle between 'IT CAN'T BE DONE' and 'OMG I'M DOING IT'
Sometimes I think it's the best story I've written and other times I'm like SOB. WHAT'S THE POINT.
And this is me ON MEDICATION. I can't even imagine if I was trying to do this off my meds. JFC.