So not a bad writing day, really. I ended up with...well. 3500 *new* words is something of a misnomer, as there was one scene written that I rewrote some and worked in, and a few bits from other scenes I did the same with. Still, I'm counting 'em all. I'm at 53K now. My editor wants this book to come in at 125K. I think it'll come in around 150, and have a vague fear it's going to get completely away from me and that somewhere around 200K I'm going to have to accept that I have written 2 books in the place of one. (That would not be entirely bad, just, you know. Not what I planned.) :)
Right now, having gone through some fifty thousand words of it, I /like/ this book. My only actual fear in writing it is that I won't do it justice (my God, I'm channelling
matociquala!). Now, whether I still like it tomorrow after I've tried wrassling a story I haven't worked on in two years back into my brain, and figuring out what happens next, is another question *entirely*, isn't it. But we won't worry about that just yet. :)Turns out the set-dancing thing on Mondays at the Commodore (where Ted works) is a private function, not an open class, so I skipped swimming this morning for a dance class I can't go to. Oops. Oh well. At least I walked the dog, and perhaps after dinner I'll take myself for another longer walk. (eta: ooh! ted just called to say he'd gotten in good with somebody and i can go down wednesday evening to watch the dancers and talk with them! my husband LUFFS me!)
Ok. Food, then something not-at-a-computer for at least a few hours today. *scoots*
miles to Isengard: 262
ytd wordcount: 293,100
