Word counter.
National Novel Writing Month has been draining me this month, hence the relative lack of posts. I have a little widget with my word count on the right. I took some advice and told everyone what I was doing. Sheer shame will keep me going, I know it. I am caught up enough to take off Thursday and Friday and then get the last ten thousand words out next week. I need a break. Writing is much harder work than I thought it would be. And the constant caffeine can’t be healthy for me.
But it’s good to actually do something I’ve been meaning to do since I was a junior in high school, late in the year, when my English teacher called me “deep” and told me she thought I could write. Even if she was wrong, even if it never gets published, I can say that I wrote a novel once. I think it has officially surpassed my dissertation in length, becoming the longest thing I have ever written. And the chapters fit together much better than the diss.
[That photo is in a hotel in New Haven, CT. I thought of it because it was featured on Moleskinerie today. I rarely buy bottled water these days, honest, despite a lust for bubbly wasser.]