This is the price I pay for a really good, fluid writing night last night, the kind where one is snickering at one's own jokes and cheering on the characters in one's head.
Today, I am still stuck on the thing I have been stuck on for days. (Of course, having just typed that, I got an Inkling. But I am going to have to Develop the Inkling, I suspect. Hell, I may even name it Inkling. So you all can larf and larf when you get to that page.)
1564 words last night, bringing us to a total of 269 pages. Also, 848 words on the essay.
412.8 miles to Rivendell.
ETA: And fifteen minutes in trhe shower, and I got the scene. La.
Eta2 And the scene is written, to the tune of 1249 words, which gives me a whopping 3661 words total on two projects, and the book standing at 274 pages. My lord, only a 125 pages or so to go.
How am I ever gonna pull this off?