I said, "*Gooey*?" and he considered that perhaps that was not the best word for him to have chosen. It was too late by then, of course, and I was muttering and mumbling and being vaguely offended (not really) while he said, "It's just not like anything else you've written! I was reading it and thinking, "My wife wrote that?"" Which is the whole *point*, and I'm pleased, but *gooey*?
(Really, he's right; compared to my usual style--which I think of as being efficient--it's gooey. And that is, in fact, the point: I'm genuinely trying to stretch them ol' wings in writing this, and approaching it from a completely different pace and storytelling style, and it's HARD, and I'm actually enjoying it a *lot*, although as I was doing dishes this morning and thinking about gooeyness, I did have this horrible moment where I thought, "And somebody's going to review it with something like, Murphy has left behind her usual urban fantasy pastiche with this novel. Unfortunately, she shouldn't have...," but then I remembered I don't read reviews anyway, so it's, er, okay. Or something.)
Why, yes, I am procrastinating, why do you ask?
Oh, and my nanowrimo login is ce_murphy. :)
Oh, mark twain: I realized that the reason nothing before 125K is an exciting number (well, 120 is pretty good) is because I always hate the 00-19 wordcounts: even if there's a 1 in front of that 00, what I see is the big depressing 00 or 07 or 13 or whatever and that means I HAVEN'T EVEN REACHED 20K ON THIS STINKING BOOK YET AND THERE ARE MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP, so bleh. I have to get through those before the numbers get satisfying again. (I feel the same way about my accumulative YTD wordcount. 300K is pretty awesome! 310K sucks. :))
Going to work now. Really.