it's 106 miles to chicago
There's three or five chapters of the Shattered Pillars rewrite left to get through, and it might be time to start the rampant self-abuse portion of finishing the book. Because while I am terribly avoidant and would rather be doing anything else in the world, the book still steadfastly refuses to write itself. Even though I know everything that has to happen between here and the end.
The floor is swept, the counters are wiped, and did I mention I made a tumblr thingy? I'm out of excuses.
And since my plans for this weekend canceled themselves and I'm still too sick to be doing much of anything but sitting on the sofa, this seems like a very good time to knuckle down and kill me a submission draft.
So here we go. My schedule is clear, my head is stuffy, the dog is asleep on his blanket in the sun, and it's time to get into that altered state of consciousness and turn this sucker's pockets out. Shattered Pillars dies this week.
With my draft, or on it.
Hours since draft-kill commencement: 0
Microsoft words/Pages total: 85,709/419
Manuscript words total: 104,750
Microsoft words since draft-kill commencement: 0
Sustenance: Chobani passionfruit yogurt
Caffeine and caffeine substitute: Upton peach with flowers black tea
Tea cup: Earthbound arts GIANT TEA BOWL
Mean things: --
words Word don't know: --
104750 / 120000 words. 87% done!
Baby need a new pair of shoes.