New Words: 1659
Total Words: 68,729
Pages: 315 (Hmm. I might be over 100K. Which is okay; I have about 105K as a dead-on hit.)
Deadline: August 1
Words per day to meet deadline: 607
Reason for stopping: So much other work to do....
Exercise: Gym last night with ashacat; weights, treadmill, ski machine
Mail: Amazon is down to its last four copies of Blood and Iron. (Yes, I went to check my sales rank, I suck.) Guess they should have ordered a case....
Mean Things: Made Timothy relive the messy death-by-nanotech of a subordinate.
Tyop du jour: he folded the coin in his fish
Darling du jour: "Oh, this relationship can withstand anything except a Mets/Red Sox World Series."
Jerry-rigging: stupid transitional chapter full of 250-word scenes. Boo transitions. We should be going straight for the explosions!
Books in progress: Martin Cruz Smith, Stallion Gate; Jane Austen, Pride & Prejudice
Things I'm glad I didn't go to my grave without: I saw the weirdest fruit today, but did not buy it. It looked like godzilla's penis. It was about twelve inches long, and conical, and green, and had hexagonal scales.
Maybe I will buy one later on this week.
Other writing-related work: Read a chapter of draft whatever-this-is of The Mirador. Will soon go stare forlornly at the page proofs for Carnival. Edited four chapters of Undertow. Packaged up a short for submittal.
The glamour!: I have discovered that the local Whole Paycheck has glass-bottle raw milk from a local Connecticut farm. Grass-fed Jersey cow milk. Four bucks a half gallon. Worth every penny.