I’ve typed 4,500 words today.
Unfortunately 3,500 words were for daughter’s homework project which is to write a novel (she’s nearly written hers and I have a long way to go) so only the remaining 1,000 were for my novel. I am waiting for daughter to ask me what is taking me so long with my book.
Husband had a great day at work today (really) but grumbled at me for publicizing my theory about all men being autistic, and then he grumbled about the fact that my word count has been stuck for too long.
So I came in here to do some admin: find pin thing to pin to ‘Bangkok’ so I can search for Adam; update wordcount, since exciting discovery of old notes; see if I can cash in on clever Stray’s extensive knowledge of webbery stuff. (Anyone? Feeds? How do I choose? Do they all do the same thing? Why can’t I understand what Blogger Help is talking about? Why do they use different words to those that I understand? What does it mean?)
I am writing. I am very pleased that I am writing. I am letting go of some of the stupid stuff from the space in my head. I’m not sure if it’s the novel though, or just writing. BUT, since words on pages was all I was ever concerned about, I think this is progress.