Dear Sven,
Oh, how I hate thee, let me count the ways.
You’ve been lurking around the room for several days now. You said you were lured by the scent of cold, stale dread and guilt. I know now, the only thing that will keep you away is the sound of me typing into the keypad of my laptop. I’ll have to remember that for next time.
I know everyone’s dealing with outside stress, the onset of cold/flu season which seems to have a real vendetta this year, but I have been working. I added over 1000 words, probably closer to 1500 last night, typing in the handwritten pages of my journal, where I’ve been scribbling away. There’s still a dozen or so pages yet to be transcribed. While I don’t think I’ve hit the 1000 words a day goal, this hasn’t been an ordinary week and I’ve done the best I can.
As of today, right now, my “input” word count is 20,648. I started with 14,711. It’s not brilliant progress, but I’m not upset with it. You shouldn’t be either.
So take your whip and menacing look–and your sweat–and go find a naughty author who’d rather be playing solitaire or mindsweeper than writing. You know they’re out there.
Edited to add: 11-8-07 Count now at 21,717.
PS: Great job on the writing!
November 3rd, 2007 | #
Keep it up or I’ll come and get ya. I’m WAY worse than him. LOL
November 5th, 2007 | #
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November 5th, 2007 | #