02.26.07
Monday, Monday
Ugh. No offense to you folks out there, but the last thing I want to do this morning is write. I blitzed through this weekend, 11a to usually 8p, seated in one Panera Bread or another, eating cookies and chugging diet soda, my fingers never leaving the keyboard. As a result, for the next week or so, the printed word is going to be my mortal enemy. In short, we’ve got a week of Bailout scheduled while I game and try to recover feeling past my second knuckles.
Oh, and for the record.
I’m done. Final word count is just under 99,000, and it weighs in at about 175 single-spaced pages. I have the option of expanding two specific scenes out a bit, possibly to extend me to the full 100K, but not for a while yet. Right now, the only thing my hands are good for is the thumbs…