The Fountain Pen

I squeaked out 1,300 words last night, bringing my deficit to 1,500. I might recover but this morning, after more caffeine than I usually imbibe, I am about ready to fall asleep. I might have to work like mad on my lunch hour then go home and go to bed early (say 8 PM?). This silly project is not worth my health, and if I cannot do it, I cannot do it. I should be more concerned with getting the entire book done, than with meeting the 50,000 word goal.

With that said, I will still continue. I had to fire up iCal last night and put in my total word count goals on the days coming, since I can no longer just add 2,000 to my present count (and managing a deficit along with my goal is proving too much for my tired brain). The upshot is, if I maintain my goal I will finish over the Thanksgiving weekend. The other upshot is I’m just a hundred words or so behind the 1,700 daily goal. So, I guess things are not as bleak as they look, though for me, I am still 1,500 words behind, needing to pull out a magical 3,500 words today.

Honestly, I sometimes think there is more drama in my life this month (managing this silly project) than there is in my actual book.