Well, go, me.
Dec. 1st, 2008 03:11 amSomehow, I managed to go from "Holy crap, am I even going to make word count this week" to "Er, hey...not bad." I'm not sure where I stopped yesterday, and I don't keep a daily total word count, but I know I'd caught up to the goal yesterday. And I think I've done at least a good thousand today, so I'll take it.
I've directed traffic. I know who's upstairs and who's down in the lab. I remembered that not!Tony has a Chief of Security that I probably ought to bring in on this, although the butler (very human, no AI's here) has turned into a rather fun character in the last couple of pages. He's been on the periphery of the thing the whole time, popping in whenever I need him, as butlers do, but...my Writing Buddy had an excellent suggestion about him way back when, and I'm rather gleefully incorporating it now.
I just wish the Hubby was going to be home sooner than midnight tomorrow so he could help me with the gun stuff. Ah well. I can go back later and fill in the details. It's fine for now.
And I'm going to bed. It's nearly 3:30am, my head aches rather fiercely, and I've done good work today. I cracked 72,000 words. This gives me a happy.
I've directed traffic. I know who's upstairs and who's down in the lab. I remembered that not!Tony has a Chief of Security that I probably ought to bring in on this, although the butler (very human, no AI's here) has turned into a rather fun character in the last couple of pages. He's been on the periphery of the thing the whole time, popping in whenever I need him, as butlers do, but...my Writing Buddy had an excellent suggestion about him way back when, and I'm rather gleefully incorporating it now.
I just wish the Hubby was going to be home sooner than midnight tomorrow so he could help me with the gun stuff. Ah well. I can go back later and fill in the details. It's fine for now.
And I'm going to bed. It's nearly 3:30am, my head aches rather fiercely, and I've done good work today. I cracked 72,000 words. This gives me a happy.