Okay, I’m going to stop coming up with these awful titles eventually. But not when I’m in as good a mood as I’m in right now. When I went to bed at 3(ish), I knew that I only had 28,000 words to write today. I woke up at a decent hour (8:30), and have been hitting my writing groove all day. The words flow easily, they make sense, I’ve learned all sorts of new things about the squids, and I’ve learned how much I hate my humanoid aliens, who are the most boring aliens of all time. I look forward to slaughtering them in the next book of the trilogy. I’ve even learned how squids, who don’t carry guns, manage to kill so brutally.
And also, thanks to the fact that I’ve been trying to keep to an average of 34k a day rather than 33,334 (I’m a little OCD about rounded numbers), I’m now officially 1,333 words ahead of where I need to be, which is pretty awesome. I plan to continue on the 34k for as long as I can so that on the day when my brain explodes, I don’t need to write as much.
I still don’t feel too much hand pain. The most obvious side effect of my writing more than a couple thousand in an hour is that my fingers tremble, but there’s no numbness/tingling sensation/excruciating pain, so I think I’m fine. Also, I convinced my mom to do this. It’s going to be a hard slog the whole way, but I think I’m annoying enough to boss her around and get her to at least make a good go of it.