I’m so glad Christmas is almost over. It sucks the brain from my skull like the yolk from those fancy Ukrainian painted eggs.
I cannot keep track of which words belong to which dates; I will now begin tracking my progress via total word counts. Also, this method prevents me from taking credit for all the crappy words which I later remove. It will, I am sure, lead to negative word counts during some periods (sigh).
Not-a-Werewolf: 14,000.
Godot: No progress; continues to suck.
Last Duellists: Met with beta readers for awesome dinner and feedback, but haven’t yet actually fixed story.
Dickensian Fantasy: um, somewhere north of 250,000 all told. Figured out how to fix part one; scared to start.
Received for Christmas: silver acorn, print of family home, great quantity of drink, chipotle mustard, thing to make vichyssoise in.
Still want for Christmas: luggage, huge biceps, correct spelling of “vichyssoise”.
