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06 April 2006 @ 08:25 pm
Another cat exploded kind of day, which I really didn't think I'd have, since I goofed around being cheerful so much this morning. But in the end, I hit 5300 words for the day, broke 300 pages, and am at 70,600 words on the book. That's 3 chapters left, according to the wordcount, and that sounds just about right for how much story I've got left. Two or three chapters and the epilogue. If we don't go into Cork tomorrow, I might finish tomorrow. If we do, it'll probably be Saturday. There's sure something to say for staying home tomorrow and finishing up, so I can have a real two day weekend, but at the same time, I've written, um. Ah. What a nice tidy number. 19,990 words since Sunday. A day off would be nice.

So, of course, would be finishing the book.

ytd wordcount: 130,400
Current Location: at home, onna couch
Current Mood: hungryhungry
Current Music: just turned steinman off
Brian: Deathlogrusboy on April 6th, 2006 08:23 pm (UTC)
Another cat exploded kind of day

You know, when you don't capitalize "cat", one gets an entirely different visual than you intended.
(Anonymous) on April 7th, 2006 04:30 am (UTC)
Thank you!
Thank goodness you posted this comment. The last time she posted about it being a cat exploded kind of day, I did a simultaneous eew and chuckle and wondered why I hadn't heard that expression before. It makes so much more sense now.
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kitmizkit on April 7th, 2006 07:49 am (UTC)
Well, *I* got *mine* from Neil Gaiman:

...I may well start posting daily word counts and the 'had a good writing day'/'had a bad writing day' stuff that life writing a novel tends to become. (When writing a novel that's pretty much entirely what life turns into: "House burned down. Car stolen. Cat exploded. Did 1500 easy words, so all in all it was a pretty good day." "Got call this morning to say I'd got Nobel Prize for literature. Wrote less than 300 words (285) probably unusable, so lousy day." And so forth.

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kitmizkit on April 7th, 2006 01:28 pm (UTC)
Aww. I wish I'd been that cool, but I'm not. I do, however, have fur all over me from my cat helping me write by sitting on my chest all morning. If that counts for anything. :)
Brianlogrusboy on April 7th, 2006 01:23 pm (UTC)
Ah. Now it makes more sense. The problem of course is that those of us who missed the source document live in a clue-free zone. So it turns out that "cat exploded" really means just that (and thus the aforementioned visual was in fact correct) when I had assumed you had intended a self-referential sort of thingie wherein you were surrounded by an explosion of reams of paper with words all over them. But you actually did mean the latter even while figuratively meaning the former and that is why it is so dangerous to make oblique references to obscure Gaiman quotes.

My head hurts now. And I'm never reading your LJ again during the pre-caffeine phase of the morning. Ow! :)
kitmizkit on April 7th, 2006 01:27 pm (UTC)
Dude. You did it to yourself. :)
Brianlogrusboy on April 7th, 2006 03:59 pm (UTC)
And it was fun too! Sort of the grownup version of sitting on the stool at the ice cream parlor and spinning until you're all wobbly.