47,722 words total. 2,261 words today. Hot damn!
Here’s what you’ve been dreading.
I’ve caught a monster cold. I feel terrible. I caught it from another author. This is why writing is usually a solitary art form. Writers are generally an unhygienic bunch. I can imagine writers’ rooms are heavens for contagion. One day I’ll visit one bringing a black light with me to prove my hypothesis.
45,461 words! Over 3,178 words! (3,179 words total) And I promise, it isn’t merely “All Work And No Play Make John A Dull Boy.” I’m saving that for the last chapter. BOOM! You’ve been Shyamalan’ed!
Batter’s up!
There is a great temptation when you’re working on a story you’re excited about to show people your work in progress. Don’t do it! Showing someone your first draft is like showing someone a naked picture of your lover and asking “do you think they’ll look good in yellow?”
42,282 words! 2,229 words written. Saturday is TWOsday!
Let’s get to the sausage making, my lovelies.
Becoming an author for the money is like becoming a stand-up comedian for the dignity. Writers are viewed lower than assistant grips in the Hollywood nesting tree, in which the higher-up birds poop on the next branch down. Why? Everyone thinks they can become a writer.
40,053 words. That’s better! It looks like the first draft will speed past 50,000 words.
37,459 mother-lovin’ total words. 2,342 words written today. I should have pushed it to 2,345 words, but come on… really?
Let’s rip this playhouse down with…
The BIGGEST minutiae 