At least they have better taste in music than Michelangelo. Because if I had to listen to "Remedy" one more time, I was going to find him and kill him myself. Which is tricky, when somebody lives in your brain.
And is... a serious badass. It's always the quiet ones.
Progress notes for 19 May 2006:
New Words: 1467
Total Words: (actual wordcount / manuscript) 44,509 / 49,500
Pages: 198 (two pages to half a book! My god, we're nearly to the top of the hill!)
Deadline: August 1
Words per day to meet deadline: 750 (I've got it down to three pages a day!) (I should note, this statistic is the minimum number of words I need to write a day to have a Crappy First Draft finished on the due date. Turning in Crappy First Drafts is beneath my professional dignity, especially as, for this particular book, the first draft really is sufficing as a discovery draft.)
Reason for stopping: Thursday night's insomnia took its toll and I fell asleep while typing. Finished the scene this morning, and now I have to get today's word count.
44,509 / 100,000
198 / 400
Stimulants: not enough, apparently.
Exercise: gym with ashacat. Elliptical, upper body weights, core, jump rope, medicine ball. I'm getting better at assisted pullups, though I nearly dropped a ten pound padded weight bar on my head today.
Mean Things: Andre's covered in mud and eating scorched alien fish with no salt. Poor Andre.
Tyop du jour: André decided hat the fish could use some help; You couldn't catch another grog's gaze through muddy water
Books in progress: Wendy Moore, The Knife Man;
Other writing-related work: Printed out "Sonny Liston" to revise on the plane.
The glamorous life of the writer: Oh, that reminds me, I need to feed the poltergeist before I leave.