8:20am: Wordcount: 1,247. Was at my desk at 6am. At this pace it'll take about ten hours to reach 6,376 words. Best not to think too much about it. Better to think of all the bird photos I'll post late this evening!
Typos made and detected: 'allowed' for 'aloud'. Typos made and not detected: TBA.
Hot drinks: one cup of tea (large mug, double-bagger).
Times checking emails: two.
Musical accompaniment: The Zombies, Begin Here. Bob Seger, Greatest Hits vol. 1.
10:46am: Wordcount: 2,775. 44% of the way there. Time elapsed: Four and three quarter hours. Time remaining if current pace holds: Six and a quarter hours. Expected time of completion (allowing for meals, sanity breaks, etc): 8pm.
Drinks: one large cup of green tea. Cold water.
Snacks: two prunes and four pieces of chocolate.
Musical accompaniment: Foo Fighters, Wasting Light (aka Wasting Everyone's Time), The Outfield, Big Innings.
Square brackets left so far: twelve, the longest being: "[whatever it’s called when they rappel down the side of ships to paint them, etc]"
Time for a shower.
1:18pm: Wordcount: 3,610. 57% complete.
Slower progress the last couple of hours as I've run up against a few question marks that cannot be square bracketed. Plus got a bit distracted by http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trindade_and_Martim_Vaz.
Also, general sitting-on-my-butt-for-seven-hours fatigue.
Recent distraction: our bogan neighbours in the downstairs flat have moved out (yay) and left the place in such as state that the unseen owners have had decorators around most days the last two weeks. Yesterday they ripped all the carpets out. Today there's a lot of banging I can only imagine means they're tacking the new carpet down.
Musical accompaniment: Kaiser Chiefs, Entertainment, Kyuss, Blues for the red sun.
I'm off for a walk and a bite to eat, then back to it.
2.35pm: Wordcount: no change.
Back from a walk down to Lyall Bay, listening to Nicholas Nickleby on my iPod. Beaut day out. Hard to get back into it.
Checked my emails. Checked twitter. Seems I've been found out:
Guess I have to push on.
(I'm honestly not doing this as an attention grabbing exercise -- I don't even think it's very interesting, someone writing about how many words they've written -- but it sure is a good productivity tool...)
4:07pm: Wordcount: 3,780.. so hardly anything. Still 2,600 words to go before I can post bird photos / go to sleep.
Musical accompaniment: Spoon, A Series of Sneaks. Spoon, Transference.
Yeah, I totally blame Spoon for me only writing 170 words in the last three hours.
What have I achieved since lunch: inserted a chapter break. Read the first story in Breton Duke's collection, Bird North. Washed the dishes.
Yeah, cricinfo's got nothing on me!
5:17pm: Wordcount: 4,507. 71%. 1,869 words to go.
Ugh! Brain-mush. Lemon and Ginger Tea. Inappropriate Capitalisation. The Stone Roses, The Complete Stone Roses (I'm not sure how I feel about them reforming; in isolation I think it's cool, never having had the chance to see them live the first time around [not that I'm planning a trip to Madchester anytime soon], but along with every other fucking band from the last thirty-eight years that ever released an LP...). Finger fatigue. Poor paragraphing. Can you get cauliflower ears from headphones? Time spent on Flikr looking at Rockhopper Penguins (can't link, bird photo). I have some great NZ Falcon shots, dammit. Back to work.
8:06pm: Wordcount: 4,841. 76%.
Um, yeah, so that bit back at 10:46 where I gave my ETC as 8pm... I was wrong.
Which means we've come to the point in the evening where I look to bend the rules and find easy ways to increase the word count (this post is about 700 words long at the mo, and would have counted under my 2008 rules, but not today). In the words of Mr Mantalini: 'Demnition!'
I took a sizeable break to cook tea (pasta with basil and fresh tomatoes). I like cooking but I loooove cooking when I should be writing.
But I've been hard at it the past hour or so. The problem is, I've written eight pages of text today and I'm having trouble keeping all the implications of the decisions I've made to put those pages together in my head in order to make the next set of decisions. For example, the main character met a character today who seems nice but this could just be an act. I wrote the scene so it could go either way, thus giving the reader a bit of intrigue. Now that things have moved on a bit, I'm at that point where the new character reveals if he is nice through and through or a duplicitous bastard. I wrote a couple of sentences with him as a baddie, then decided maybe he can be nice [like the Cheeryble Brothers? Newman Noggs? Kate? Nicholas? Smike? Nicholas Nickleby has a lot of pure-hearted characters, they almost seem to outnumber the blackhearts].
Anyway, I've been re-reading a lot of what I've written to make decisions like this.
NB: He either needs to be a blackheart and live or a pureheart and die. That's fiction folks.
Musical accompaniment: Television, Marque Moon. Temple of the Dog, Temple of the Dog.
Thanks for the comments and encouragement along the way. My better half even kept herself scarce this evening (actually, all I got was a text saying she'd be home late... if I wasn't so written out I might have gotten the wrong idea).
10:27pm: Wordcount: Ahem... 6,425. Yes, that's more than 100% of 6,376.
You know what that means?
|Karearea (NZ Falcon) at Zealandia|
Sustenance for the last push provided by a vanilla cornetto (thanks Daz).
Inspiration (if such a lofty word can be applied to an arbitrary achievement / incremental progress on a novel that might be total tripe [or maybe just the 6,000 words I wrote too quickly today...]) provided by my kindly commenters (and the other silent visitors, all 63 of you... even the one from Miami who came here after Googling ") and... BIRDS!!!
|Mummy karearea being swooped by recently fledged karearea chick (it was hungry).|
The question remains: how much of today's 6,000 or so words will remain after the final edit? Right now, they're all my babies. And I need some sleep.
I just consulted my wordcount spreadsheet from 2008 and it turns out of the 6,376 words I wrote on 10 December that year, only 3,374 were on short fiction (presumably all on 'Unnatural Selection'). The remaining 3,002 words were expended on blogging (my best books of 2008 post I guess) and poetry! What a rogue I am. Spending twice as long on the one project than is healthy in the one day! (I kinda suspected this might have been the case, that's why I didn't check until just now).
(Wordcount of this post: 1,256)