February 2014

  Ohhh, internet. I am addicted to you. Fortunately, the wi-fi I have access to at home (my neighbors don't even know who owns it or where it comes from) comes and goes. Just recently, it went down for several days and so I got to writing some exciting scenes.
  I think I might be able to finish the book in the rough estimate of 80,000 words or less. Already, I'm on Chapter 100 (each have about six pages in 12 and 11 font of Palatino Linotype and Book Antiqua within four dinosauric Microsoft Works Word Processor documents). Yeah, yeah. It sounds like a lot, and that's why editing, etc. comes in after the writing bit is over: Take unneeded stuff out, add a little in here and there, reorganize everything, fix up grammar and spelling, replace words with better ones... the list goes on.
  Almost there! *so excited, about to explode into a gazillion pieces all over desk* *wait, that sounds gorey*

Words Written
(Difference from last)        Words              Date        Time Stopped        Day
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1,923 (+350)                    256,898           Feb 9          4:09 AM            128
3,448 (+1,525)                 260,346           Feb 11        1:41 AM            129
4,344 (+896)                    264,690           Feb 12        3:44 AM            130
561 (-3,783)                     265,251           Feb 13        3:08 AM            131
910 (+349)                       266,161           Feb 14        3:58 AM            132
2,529 (+1,619)                 268,290           Feb 15        4:09 AM            133
2,797 (+268)                    271,487           Feb 16        4:15 AM            134
2,745 (-52)                       274,232           Feb 27        4:35 AM            135
3,257 (+512)                    277,489           Feb 28        4:30 AM            136

  Stupid short month, you make me look bad! Okay, maybe it was the internet surfing... and the fact that I don't know how to swim. Ha ha, I'm so punny! I could laugh so hard my jaw could dislocate and swallow an egg whole. Then I could look around at the staring faces and slither back into my hobbit hole again, only to tiptoe around on the other side, lock the other door, and swallow the key ring of power.
  Okayyy, I don't know what I said just now, so I think I need to go to bed. But I don't see that happening any time soon. I'm at my most creative at night, where everybody is asleep and *finally* quiet so I can actually concentrate. Occassionally, everybody's quiet enough for me to write. That doesn't happen often, but whatever. I don't feel like dancing my fingers on this blog post anymore. Time to dance with my story.