this nagging suspicion that won't leave me alone tonight

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I am on a roll, I tell you. 3,000 words yesterday, another 2,000 today. Of course, now I've probably jinxed myself. But you know what? That's okay. Because 80,000 words! Some people write whole books shorter than that. (Of course, when I'm finished cutting out the crud in this draft, this book may well be shorter than that πŸ˜‰ )

Roll on the end of September and the end of this novel. And let's pray I can fit the rest of the story inside the 20,000 words I have left to play with.

Random things I've learned lately:

1. If you double a two-year-old's height, you can get a fairly good estimate of how tall said child will grow. Did everyone know this but me? No one else I've spoken to about this seemed surprised. Mind you, all those people had children. Still, the idea boggles me.

2. I am actually capable of writing the phrase like a wibbling frog. Worse, I am also capable of pausing, staring at the phrase in wonderment at my crapitude, and yet still thinking "Well, it'll do for now." Seriously.

6 thoughts on “this nagging suspicion that won't leave me alone tonight

  1. Well I must have been a bloody short two year old, too. And I know for a fact that that rule does not apply to my brother.

    (You know what's worse? I'd write that sentence, and mean it.)

  2. Tess – same! The rule is only a rough guideline – and I find it boggling to imagine it applies to anyone. Particularly boys, who often have this mad lagging-spurting thing going on with their growth. My middle brother was quite short all his life, and then at 16, wham! Full height. (Tall for a McDonnell, even πŸ˜‰ )

    Holly – thanks! But this coming from the girl who regularly churns out 10k a day? πŸ˜‰

  3. Great word counts!

    I've been editing lately, and I loathehateloathe editing. But I'm getting stories out there.

    Too bad one of them came back already. πŸ™

  4. I actually quite like editing. What I don't like about it is that I don't clean it all up in the one pass, and it drags on and on and on until you only have to mention the story and I collapse like, well, like a wibbling frog πŸ˜‰

    Bummer that one came back already! Don't they recognise your sheer unadulterated genius?

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