So it’s 9 at night. I have a grand total of 3,737 words. Not a great start, but not lousy.
I could have more, if I wasn’t writing mostly by hand. I’d have a lot more. As it stands, however, I’m pretty proud of my accomplishments.
Of course, my plot has already taken off, deviating from the outline in a horrific way, but in the next 25K, I’m sure I can fix it.
I wish I was exaggerating about the amount of words it’ll take.
Tomorrow, I’ll get more ahead. I mean, I’m not behind, but I’m right on freaking track for the 100K. And I don’t like that. I don’t like not having a cushion.
Tomorrow, no school. My goal is 10K. I can do this. I have done that.
I guess that’s all. Bye, readers.