Damn, yesterday was a bad day. And today's not going to get any better.

Here's a nice review, to cheer us all up.

That's all you're getting, though. I can't remember the numbers, but the city looks much like yesterday.

Smite that novel. Smite it, I say, with your wordages! Words are ammunition, to break down the resistant walls of a book...

This metaphor is getting muddled. But yesterday we invented explosive ammunition, which has got to be all to the good. Um, hasn't it...?

106400 / 150000 words. 70.9% done!

Into the last month here, on my ration-of-days. Also into that area where I have to face a couple of dreadful truths: the first being that I have never ever written a book to the prescribed or predicted length in first draft, so I am almost certain to overrun; and the second being that simple wordcount is, like patriotism, not enough. It would be ( Read more... )

As I foretold thee: that was two days off. Not an official hiatus, so the days still count, alas ( Read more... )

That? Takes us past the two-thirds mark, both in time and on paper. I am almost up to date.

Which is, of course, why I'm going to stop now. I have inched, crawled, whimpered and kicked my way to 100K; today is Sunday; today I am not going to touch this book, open this book, I am not going to think about this book if I can help it ( Read more... )

Eek. Time-wise, that's two thirds of my hundred days gone (excluding haitusis, obviously. Haitii. Whatever ( Read more... )

Hmmph. The most interesting thing about that was how hard it was: starting late and writing slow, really struggling with it. Despite the tiger. Who is ... not as other beasts. Well, not as other companion animals, anyway. Quite beastly, I guess ( Read more... )

Lord, what a day that was. *scowls and kicks things* It started with technical calamity, matured in rank idiocy (why yes, we do have cats! why do you ask?) and ended with personal violation (I lost the bridge from ma mouf).

And still'n'all. Quota. There may have been a tiger involved...

94102 / 150000 words. 62.7% done!

Okay, so that alleged day off turned into an official short-story-writing hiatus, which stops the clock: I think that's only fair, when I'm actually doing other legitimate work. It would've been nice to write the novel in a hundred calendar days, but a hundred days of work is also good. The sea does not deduct from man's allotted days those hours ( Read more... )

So there I was, with forty days and forty nights left, half a day behind already, and what did I do ( Read more... )