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
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: --
114500 / 120000 words. 95% done!