Have you all given up on me? No butt kicking from the peanut gallery?
It's been a rough slog--not the writing, but the life. Everyone seems on the mend, except for Joanna who has come down with something else this morning. Trying to catch up on missed grading from during the break (when I got far less work done than I would have during a normal work week, thanks to snow and sickness) has kept me up late, so there have been a few missed days in there and a few short days, somewhat made up for yesterday (though I learned the valuable lesson that if you type while you are falling asleep, it does not lead to astounding creative insights).
So I've got four days and 9,900 words to go. It's pretty amazing to be down to the four-digit level, and that works out to about 2,475 words a day, which is eminently do-able, provided that God smiles on me and major disasters don't befall. Pray for me, would you?
3 comments:
It seems apropos for me to write to your blog on my birthday...or wait, maybe it doesn't.
Anyway, 10k words to go on the 28 sounds liek you're slacking. And you said four days, but isn't the game to have the book writen in 30 days? Not 31? Don't fudge the numbers just because March is long... ;)
Dude-really, you're in the home stretch. Power through this and you'll be different forever. When you get your blue belt in our class you have this initiation ritual where you spend the entire class (about 2.5 hours) grappling with the rest of the class. They all rest between matches but you just keep fighting, and fighting, and fighting. It's by far the most exhausting thing I've ever done. But when it's over (and you've slept for three days) the sense of "I never knew I had that in me" - the knowledge that you survived the ordeal largely because there was no back door that allowed you to fail - is incredibly empowering.
Do this.
Finish the race.
I'll be the first to pat you one ht back and then say "Why the hell did it take you this long to get there?" ;)
Hey! It's the 30th!
Post damnit!
How can I cheer or berate you in your silence!
You diaper toting, Ensure slurping, nose trimming, I'd-club-a-seal-to-write-for-real redhead!
WRITE!
WRITE!
Like the wind man - WRITE!
(and then talk about it here so I can say I knew somebody who did it... )
Mr. Back-of-Silver,
I draw your attention to the contract posted here at the start of this whole adventure:
"Novel Start Date: Wednesday, March 1, 2006
Novel Deadline: Friday, March 31, 2006"
I'm writing even as I type this. Well, not even as I type this... Check this space tomorrow and prepare your best cheering voice and back-slapping hand.
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