November 6, 2015 – 1,365 (11,022)
“Nothing but the usual Amen Bingo.”
I had an uninterrupted hour on Friday night to do nothing but scrawl story notes on paper. I got through half of those in two sessions on Saturday…
November 7, 2015 – 1,206 (12,228)
“I’d like to do that, but I think it’d be weird.”
“Single guy, hanging around kids … at least you can pass as a lesbian.”
November 7, 2015 – 1,287 (13,515)
“You’ll be out of here as soon as you find another wife, right?”
…and finished them up on Sunday.
November 8, 2015 – 2,543 (16,058)
“Our house was the opposite of childproofed.”
I did promise myself a day of editing when I hit 12,500 words, but I decided to trade it off for skipping the hour’s handwritten prep work on Saturday night. At that point, I still had half of my notes from Friday and a keen desire to get my head out of the story before I started writing scenes like … oh, describing how one of the protagonist’s friends plans her moods around her nail polish. For the record, that’s just an example of the potential nuttiness: the protagonist doesn’t have any friends like that. Come to think of it, I’m not sure I’ve written in any friends for the protagonist. Hrm.