On the bright side, I almost have a complete novel. 6647 words tonight. I'm too sick of sitting at the computer to look up whether that beats the giant marathon I did at the end of MNC. I'm closer to...habit of insisting that I cannot declare a novel done until it has no holes in it. And I want to write the epilogue last.) Anyway. Bedtime came and went hours ago. Time for me to do the same
Dammit. I think the line which was a seventeenth-century translation of "blowing up a busload of orphans" has to be cut from the novel. The conversation it was in has been changed by the decision not to kill a particular character, and there just isn't anywhere else it belongs. Sadness.
Three parts revised. Three days' worth of London burned down. One hundred twenty thousand, three hundred and thirty-six words. I'm nearly done. Observations: I have lots of great epic battle music. "Holocaust"...my way to smash Sir Francis Walsingham's grave. Destroying things is fun . (Even if I'm running out of ways to describe stuff burning without just repeating myself over and over and over again.
Over 4K words today (all of the London Go Boom variety), and over 8K of revision. We're nearing the home stretch. This book feels more raw to me than Midnight Never Come , in a way I find hard to describe... And I'm really going all-out on the explosions, which no doubt contributes in its own way. Raw. That's the only word I can find for it. 112K of book at present, with two days of Fire yet to be added
I finished revising Part Two last night (in a marathon session made possible by the fact that it's been revised once already), but here's the real landmark: I've killed a pen. Yes, dear readers, I have...here yet. But the latest forecast is that it should be arriving tomorrow. Keep your fingers crossed.) I'm just hoping I don't run out of notebook before I'm done. That would be very inconvenient
I am up stupidly late, but I have 2325 words of Fire and -- more importantly -- precisely 100K of book. There will be no LBR measurements taken here. It's all Fire, all the time, exactly as it should be.
I'm sure you've all been dying to know how the novel's going. The answer to that is complicated. Have I been getting work done? Yes, almost every day. How many words do I have? 96,224 -- which is not... and possibly the most important; only a couple of scenes have been chucked out in their entirety. I've become a moderately better writer over the years, but a substantially better reviser. Mush
This? Was not supposed to be a 4200-word night. In fact, I think I even promised kitsunealyc that it wouldn't be. But, um, that promise, it got broke real good. There are just bits of story...the next thing I know I'm behind schedule and out of the novel's headspace. I'm making good progress, at least. Word count: 85,888 LBR quota: What do you think? Authorial sadism: See above
Jesus Christ on a pogo stick. Tonight's work was supposed to be a particular scene, which would take at least my 1K quota to finish. 2,411 words later, the bloody thing is done at last. I didn't think... no, you cannot be in this book. Please go away. Word count: 80,277 LBR quota: Blood. And how . Authorial sadism: The funny thing is, Lune believes that was less mean than the alternative
