C.J. Cherryh’s word count goes up, in her blog. My page count goes down. But for both of us, it’s progress.
I’m told next time I won’t write so flabby, if only because I don’t want to have to trim again. I hope that’s true!
So. The official page count as of this evening is 694. Down from 914, for those who don’t have that number stuck in their head, as I do. I can still hear my writer-friend and cheerleader laughing! Thanks anyway, B.J., I don’t believe I’ll be needing that crate to mail it in. 😛
220 pages of flab. Dear God. If you’d asked, I would have crossed my heart I was a better writer than that.
But as for the title of this blog–the sensible thing to do would be to get my butt to bed. I stayed up too late last night, and crawled out forty minutes late this morning. And that just screws the whole day. So I’m not doing it again.
On a more cheerful note, my car is back in my driveway, and I can reasonably expect it will take me where I need to go tomorrow. And I’ve an appointment Thursday to pass on my husband’s rats. I’m allergic, so they’ve been horribly lonely without him.
Things are looking up. Which means yet another shoe is about to drop on my head.
Bring it on.