Not much to post. Needed a break from the writing madness. Then went to Orycon, which was good, but distracting. Trying to work through a bunch of blocks to get to “THE END.”

82,027 words

Word Count: 80,477 – Stress-level: High
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Y'know, i'd meant it to be a light book. Really. Something silly and fun. I believe the words “kooky” escaped my lips.

But, like every other time i'm allowed to touch a writing implement, everything turned so damn serious. Mopey even.

Just once, could i not try to write something “deep” and “important”?

I must have one book in me where pirate unicorns sail their ships across rainbows to rescue chocolate fairies from mean old Mr. Sunny-Frown.

I dunno. Maybe i don't watch enough cartoons.

The other day, someone asked me what my book was about.

I, (and, i might add, without irony) said, “One character represents the concept of death as entropy, while the other is a metaphor for the Tarot's concept that death is merely a form of change…”

I think i got most of the way through before they started to back away.

And yes, from one perspective, i can be all like, “yay me!” Because, you know, i did write over 80,000 words (or 427,627 maddening taps on my keyboard.) in 19 days.

But, from another perspective, there is a problem.

A couple hours ago, looking at the end of the manuscript, i found myself staring in horror, nay, terror, at the two most harrowing words imaginable:

ACT III

“But Grá, what's so terrible about those two words?”
“I'm glad you asked.”
“And Grá, is 'III' really a word?”
“Shhh!”

See, the problem is the words fail to be THE END. No matter how much i squint my eyes, they're not even related to THE END. I believe they may be acquaintances of THE END's hairdresser. And THE END won't return their calls.

What do i do? Well, i guess i keep writing…

One last writing update at the end of the month.

Who woulda thunk it?

Today was the hardest day yet. But i did it.

80,336 words

whew.

I'm not to THE END, yet. I'm giving myself till the 30th to do so.

I'm a decreasing Fibonacci sequence. The closer i get to “THE END,” the less words i'm able to write.

76,364 words

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80,000 words today! Do or die!

Seems like every time i do a 10,000 word day, i'm totally fried the next day (go figure.) Still, i was able to do a push tonight and got the !@#$%^&* words done for today (with ten minutes to spare.)

74,162 words