And I thought this whole nose business would slow me down. Ha! As of today, I have written 19,830 new words since June 1st, for a manuscript total of 26,411 words.
Goal 1) Write 19,695 words of my HTWAN project.
- My Goal: 505 WPD, 1515 WPW
- Where I planned to be on Day 91: 19695 new words
- Where I am on Day 91: 19830 new words
- On Target or Behind: FINISHED!
How’s It Going:
I’m loving what’s happening on the page, which makes the words come that much easier.
Now what might slow me down in the months to come – college classes started this week. I’m gonna do my best, continue with a new goal, and if I have to modify my process, I will. But I am gonna finish this thing, hopefully before the end of the year.
So, with roughly another 23,000+ words to go…
New Goal
- My clear target is: Finish first draft of HTWAN story
- My reachable deadline is: Dec 31, 2019 *STARTING SEPT 1, 2019*
- My working days are: Tues, Thurs, Sat, Sun
- My method of measuring progress: Word count
- My end goal: 50,000 words total
- My daily goal, and number of available days: 505 wpd, 3 days/week minimum
- My leverage — WHY I need to do this: I want to write more books, I want to become at least a semi-professional author, and this is the next step.
And because I’m feeling generous- a snippet for you.
NOTE: The following material is a copyrighted excerpt from raw, unedited first draft, which may contain typos and spelling or grammar errors. Please do not point out corrections or make suggestions as I will not see them during revision. Please do not quote this material, as it may not survive to final draft.
“Say, what’s your name, anyway?” Jordan asked. He noticed the same guard led him out every time, and he was pretty sure he brought his dinner too.
“What’s it to you?”
Jordan shrugged as best he could. “I mean, just because I’m a nobody to you doesn’t mean you’re a nobody to me. You’re one of the few people in my world right now. I just thought it might be nice to know what to call you other than ‘the one big guard who always takes me to the exercise room.'”
Jordan saw the guard scrutinize him out of the corner of his eye. “Vince,” he finally said, never breaking stride or looking down at Jordan.
“Vince, that’s a nice name, I like that.” Vince led Jordan through the door at the end of the corridor and into the exercise room. Dmika and The same female guard that watched them before were already there. “See you in an hour, Vince!”