Well. We’re just shy of one hundred and eight thousand words into the Second Draft. I did a quick calculation tonight and I’m going to have to get through about five thousand words a day in order to finish by my deadline. A typical hour usually produced between one and two thousand words.
So it’s doable . . . if I find an extra three to four hours a day to write.
I haven’t given up yet. Finishing the Second Draft by the deadline would not only feel good, but it would also allow me to start into the Third Draft. And then, I’m pretty sure, I’ve got a book that can be sent out. Also, I’ll be able to podcast the damn thing, chapter by chapter.
And there’s the small matter of that other notebook I bought a few weeks back. And what I plan to write in it. My second novel is actually my first novel.
But I’m still on the second for now. Another few weeks, if I can find the time.
(In case you don’t care about any of this, try this happy little tune about tinfoil. I hear it works wonders, it does.)
Time for bed…
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(Yes, the title of this post is another half-heard phrase while I was falling asleep and/or writing sometime last year. No idea who said it to me or why.)