I wrote 3,392 words today. I’m feeling very proud of myself. Ichabod’s going really well. Just this week, I was mired in the middle of the middle. It felt like the plot was stalling–and maybe it was. But then I got through that, and now I can see the end in sight. I’m at 55,000 words right now, and where before I was thinking it might go up to about 100,000, now I’m thinking it might top off at 70,000 to 80,000. I know what happens–it’s just a question of how long it takes all of it to happen. Very exciting for me, though. No matter what happens with writing group reading it, I feel like this experiment has been a resounding success. It’s gotten me through the book in record time for something this long, and I actually have the entire plot in my head and on paper, which should make summarizing when I need to submit it a piece of cake.

Maybe the euphoria of having written well will fade, but it’s still nice to have it now. Yay me.

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  1. Yay you. After the catastrophe that was the Royal Tongue, I’m glad that I have finals next week, and therefore have an excuse not to be writing anything. I so don’t want to.

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