there was a young woman from boobville ...

Current word count on GPW:

101,249 / 100,000 (101.2%)

Current word count on Nearly Departed:

5,563 / 100,000 (5.6%)

Day 31 of my getyourwordsout pledge:

17,353 / 300,000 (5.8%)

If I do compete in NaNoWriMo this year -- which I want to, but I wanted to keep up to the non-NaNo word count for each month just to make sure -- I should be at 22,700 words by the end of the day. Considering my writer's block, I don't expect myself to make the non-NaNo word count of 25k without a miracle. Quite frankly, at this point I'll just be happy to crack 20k, which really isn't that far behind.

Okay, back to work.

EDIT: ( To make up for the word count meters, here is a picture of Fabio from Top Chef dressed up like Wonder Woman. )

Current word count for GPW:

97,339 / 100,000 (97.3%)

Day 22 of my getyourwordsout pledge:

13,303 / 300,000 (4.4%)

Wow, I thought I was much further behind in my getyourwordsout pledge. That's not so bad. It's certainly not completely insurmountable. I'm only something like two or three thousand words behind, I think.

However, before I go, my current word count on GPW:

96,737 / 100,000 (96.7%)

Chapters done:



I really didn't get anything done today thanks to the inauguration. And tonight I will be wasted and watching movies with my friends, so that's right out. But look at that. I'm less than 3500 words away from 100k. That's ... wow. I'm figuring with what I have to get done right now that the book will end up somewhere between 110k and 115k with the first draft, and probably 120k to 125k later on. There's stuff I want to buff up and polish but if I go back I'll mire myself in editing for far too long, and if I get this done it can stop being a distraction from the nine bajillion other things I want to write.

So, yes. Now I have to pack up all my crap and leave.

... the more I can't stop giggling as I picture the faces the reporters must have been making as he spoke.

Anyway.



I could finish one more if I didn't feel like I was about to faceplant directly into the keyboard, but I'll just save it for tomorrow. It's one fewer than it was when I woke up, and that's the important thing.

Current word count for GPW:

90,636 / 100,000 (90.6%)

Day nine of my getyourwordsout pledge:

6,600 / 300,000 (2.2%)

EDIT: Hey! When did it go from "we're only getting a couple of inches of snow tomorrow!" to "stay the fuck indoors, we're getting a foot of the white stuff!"? Where was I?! *sigh*

Current word count for The Grand Prize Winner:



Day four in my getyourwordsout pledge:



I'm going to finish at least one chapter tonight, that's for sure. It's the most I've gotten done in the last few days. Maybe I should spend the entire day buzzed on mixed drinks more often. ;)

I'm trying not to worry too much about the details, because when I'm done with the first draft, there's tons I need to tweak and fix and whatnot. But for right now, it's just about getting the first draft done. Now that I have toys to play with when I finish, I'm encouraged. \o/

I've been watching Doctor Who episodes while I write. It's been so long since I've watched all of these. I forgot how much I liked Nine.

I have gotten pretty much nothing done today no matter how hard I try. *sigh*

I think I'm right at the point in writing where it would be better if I had something to look forward to when I was done other than ... you know, a finished book. I was going to just buy myself some clothes but I got so many new things for Christmas it just doesn't seem special enough, I guess. (Which I should have seen coming, I suppose. *shrugs*)

I have the first season of True Blood and Slumdog Millionaire on my computer right now but I can hold off on watching them until I'm done unlike something I'm absolutely craving to play with. With the first book it was the first season of Arrested Development that I made ye olde roommate hold onto until I was done. This time ... eh. I honestly can't think of one thing I desperately want other than, like, Jensen wrapped up in a big bow in my bedroom while holding a triple chocolate cheesecake in one hand and a book contract in the other. Somebody get on that for me, because there's no way in hell I can manage to get myself THAT.

Somebody yell at me to write? That might help. *pouts*