status: 49,000 words
There's enough story here that I'm starting to see some of the flailing back at the beginning. I'm resisting the urge to go back and make a bunch of changes to the start, based on my current take on what I'm doing. If past efforts are anything to go by, I'll end up doing a lot of that work in 20- or 30,ooo words. Or maybe I'll leave it til the second pass. We'll see.
Yesterday we got out and enjoyed a little more of this lovely land. Two hours following the course of a swift little stream through a lush bit of bush up to this waterfall. A picnic with roasted chicken, beer and grapes followed.
As sometimes happened, my hindbrain didn't dig in to the book until after 9.30 at night. Bloody weird business, this. Stare at the screen for hours and hours, then BOOM, 1000 words in an hour and a half.
As long as it gets written, I'm not complaining. That shuffling little beast is welcome in the clearing any old damn time...
4 comments:
Great pic.....good on ya for the words flowing...
I saw you commented on Charles blog about Terry Pratchette...please would you mind just checking on my blog, I wrote a thingie about him and seeing that you like him maybe you can give me some pointers, but only if you want to:)
Where you in NZ? i travelled all over your lovely land and it is stunning...postcard perfect!
Many of my favorite moments have been spent on walks in the woods.
Etain... done!
Spoon... Christchurch. It's the one ont he SOuth Island that isn't Dunedin or Invercargill. Odds are good you at least passed through it. South Island has all the good stuff, North Island has all the people. (whispers) *don't tell them what they're missing...*
Charles... You and me both. And Emrson, Thoreau and Ben Franklin too, come to think of it! :-)
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