November 7 has me with a total count of 20,056 words. This puts me almost at a pace twice as fast as I need to be writing at to finish my 50,000 words by the end of the month. Not sure if it means I'll have 100,000 words by the end because this non-chronological thing I'm doing makes it hard to see what kind of progress I'm making. It's not like there's some progress bar I can watch, like a fund-raising goal thermometer poster that keeps filling red. I get an idea, I write it until it resolves itself or I run out of time or energy and have to return to it later, and then I move on. I see things forming, coming together. I'm getting a clearer picture of what the final product will be like and what I will have to change about what I already have to get there. I'm toying with the idea of taking a day off next weekend to just spend editing and revising and getting everything done at that point reconciled. Not to mention that this isn't a particularly easy story to tell. I've had a couple moments that have left me kind of emotionally used up, which overall isn't great but have fueled the story. So I guess I just put up with that for a month. It will be worth it in the end.
I'm really kind of amazed I've done 20,000 words in a week. I'd love to get another 5,000 done tomorrow and start the work week at the halfway point, but there's no way to tell how that's going to go.
And then while all of this is going on, I am rapidly closing in on the time window when I should be hearing back from the agency I submitted to back in August. Hard to not daydream about the possibilities, even if I know how likely they will pan out to be nothing more than daydreams. I suppose I really should start looking at which agents I want to pursue next. Who will be smart enough to realize they can make some money off of my manuscript?
Wow. This post is so disjointed. Can you tell I'm barely thinking straight at this point?
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