Picking up the pieces.

So, between the middle of May and the end of June, I managed to spend close to ten hours writing, and produced 6000 words. Even with allowances for the stresses that I was under during that time, those figures were kind of embarrassing. (So much so, that this is the second time I’m bringing it up, apparently.)

In July, I wrote 11,500 words. In August, I’ve written 18,100. I’ve averaged about one hour per thousand words. Not record-setting, perhaps, but I’m seeing real progress in the current story, and I can actually imagine finishing it on time.

(And, no. Those numbers don’t include my writing here. I’m starting to wonder if maybe I’ve got a finite number of words at my disposal—if I spend them on fiction, they’re not available for the blog. I do have some plans for improvement on that front.)

I feel like I’ve got things under control, for the first time all year.

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