Frankly, I'm swamped.
Actually, I need to go back *again* and do some more revisions on the first 100 pages. This is not how I write a book. I go great guns til I hit a wall a third of the way in, then I rewrite, then I go forward again, slogging through the middle, until I hit the 3/4ths point, at which time I often rewrite, and always start worrying that either I don't have enough story left for the book, or I don't have enough book left for the story, nevermind that these are mutually exclusive fears. I do not rewrite and revise and fix and make the beginning work better while slowly encroaching on the bulk of the book. I've never written a book this way.
Which goes to prove you never learn how to write a novel; you just learn how to write *this* novel. I have a vague hope that all of this back and forthing will mean it's perfect when I get to the end, but I kinda doubt it. :)
5700 words over the last 2 days means I've earned two episodes of Gilmore Girls. I might watch those tonight, or I might ... not. :) I have yet to walk the dog, and it's a beautiful evening, so I might do that instead.
Yes, yes, that's my exciting life. :)
miles to Isengard: 135
ytd wordcount: 193,000