you're the chosen one there's no turning back now
mood: 
determined
determinedmusic: Bat For Lashes - Horse And I
I am within about 30 pages of the contracted length, and still have that chapter and a half to go, and a couple of scenes to go back and add. Suspect I might be a little over in the final analysis, but I also suspect
casacorona won't complain too much about 5% slop one way or the other.Somewhere, that boy I like and
kateelliott are mocking the little slip of a thing I call a novel. Hey, what can I say, I'd rather get paid three times for 400,000 words rather than only just once. *g*With my draft, or on it.
We started at noon on Sunday with 85,709 words.
Hours since draft-kill commencement: 33
Microsoft words/Pages total: 94,000/458
Manuscript words total: 114,500
Microsoft words since draft-kill commencement: ~8500 (I have deleted about a page and a half of notes)
Sustenance: Chobani passionfruit yogurt, sea salt caramel, pork cabbage dumplings, potato and pea samosas, grape tomatoes, tangerine, Swedish meatballs, mashed potatoes, salad, sticky triple-ginger gingerbread, more caramel, spicy pickles, 6-grain toast, another tangerine, artichoke hearts, edamame, bean burrito, more yogurt, half a liverwurst onion and tomato sandwich, peanut butter and jelly on almond bread, redneck wonton soup, chocolate mint cookie, more gingerbread (if you're getting the idea that I cook for the freezer and then EAT IT ALL when I'm on a writing binge, you'd be correct!),
Caffeine and caffeine substitute: Upton peach with flowers black tea, "Crown me" green jasmine display tea (2 steepings), cherry green tea (from
colomon and mandolinjen), Tea cup: Earthbound arts GIANT TEA BOWL
Alcohol: the last tiny bit of the Laphroaig quarter-cask, some plum wine left from Christmas, wisniowka
Doses of NyQuil: 2
Phone calls from boyfriend: 1
Dancing: can't give up. can't pass out.
Games of Bejeweled: 1
Sleep: 7 hours
Showers: 2
Exercise: --
Mean things: Healing touch failure, unexpected autopsy, garroting, radiation poisoning, crossbowmen, your boss not kicking your ass like you expected, lack of timely antibiotic treatment, mass graves,
Darling: This was an old man with a mottled pate, his face creased deep behind the stringy fall of his white moustache.
words Word don't know: --
Tyop: --
Whereas some of us are weeping in envy...
I like 80,000 words better, but not all books are willing to be told in so little space.
(And the Jenny books and The Stratford Man, though published in multiple volumes, both clock in at over 300K.)
80K is nicer. It feels so self-contained and compact. But I think everybody should write at least one motherfucker of an epic novel, if nothing else just to appreciate the economies of scale and the structural issues involved.
I've been saying that for years.... (my natural length is 94-97,000)
ZOMG it's not just me that this happens to!!! That gives me joy of a sort, so thank you. :)
I have recently fallen in Deep Like with Chobani yogurt, after being introduced to it at my parents' house over the holidays. Enough so that I'm now buying it in the large tubs and taking to work small Rubbermaid snack-size containers full as snacks. With some frozen berries tossed in that thaw nicely by midafternoon. So 10oz total instead of the 6oz prepackaged, but darnit if those prepackaged ones don't come in some tasty, tasty flavors.
And hey, passionfruit.
I've had Cabot regular, it is indeed yummy. I shall now attempt to hunt down their Greek style if it's even better than Chobani!