It was another long day. But it was a fun session filled with lots of action. And, I just finished writing Act 2B! As of tomorrow, that’s me onto the final Act and getting ever closer to writing The End 🥳
Super quick update. I decided to try using my wee dictaphone to get my writing done today–to then run through my transcription software. BUT… I can’t dictate without seeing the words on the screen. The story was there, but the writing felt cold and clinical.
The moment I saw the transcribed text (which took forever), I knew I was going to have to ditch the 1,500 words. Firstly because of the writing, and secondly, because the software did a terrible job–garbled gibberish.
In the end, I had to bin those words and make a run at catching up this afternoon. I’m a bit miffed at the lost time, but I’m thrilled with what I managed to get done.
Last week took me by surprise. I set out with a sensible plan of attack for my writing goal. Nice and easy; just spread the word count across the four days, and there’d be no need for another crazy Sunday. No need to hit 2K words in a day.
But, like all plans, they rarely survive contact with the enemy. I’m not sure who the enemy was… Okay, it might have been me 😬 Anyway, things went a wee bittie psycho.
It might be Monday, but this is my Friday in my tapsalteerie (Scots word meaning topsy-turvy) world. I don’t tend to write on the last day of the week, but I’m nearing the end of Act 2B, and the shit is really starting to hit the fan!
Today I added a further 1,682 words! Pretty awesome for a half-day, even if I do say so myself!
Getting started was a bit of a struggle–shiny distraction squirrels live in my phone–but after half an hour on the elliptical, I was ready.
I aimed to hit somewhere between 1,000-and 1,250. But by the end of my morning sprints, I only had 951 words in the bank. So, with the knowledge gained from my writing experiment, I added an afternoon sprint to make up the shortfall, and then some!
Last week was odd. It started with a mystery leak in the kitchen that ate a fair bit of writing time. A leak that, after hunting its source down, turned out to be a spill 🤦♀️ But after that… nothing. No dramas. No llamas. No distractions.
Oh, wow! I’ve actually impressed myself with today’s word count, hence the sparkly backdrop. But, it’s not without a mega-ton of pain.
I went beyond what I’m physically capable of doing, and now my hand is screaming for a bucket of ice. Yet, I know if I’d stopped a thousand words earlier, I’d have been so mad at myself. I was on a roll, and the words just kept coming. And there was this whole thing with Adam… but I can’t say because, well, spoilers. Bottom line, the “thing” made me love him more than I already did.
Running the Asset‘s manuscript is now at 107,121 words. And, that’s me away for a wee lie doon!