I’m probably about to let go of the 2014 brevet season in favor of finding a place, moving, making sure workload increases to pay for it, and being there for my boys.
Didn’t ride today, again. Took the subway to my SoHo client.
Between the A train, C train, lunchtime, C train, and A train, 1,321 words. That’s more than I’ve written in a day in months. Maybe a year. It’s all expository dialogue, but that only matters in rewrite, along with inconsistent voice, points of view that shouldn’t be there, characters that change gender, color, and plot function, or just cease to exist.
I think this draft will come in somewhere near 95,000 words. I think. I don’t have a feeling for the length and tempo of the final movement yet. But a misshapen draft could possibly be done this year.
Novels are stupid things to spend this much time on. My recommendation is that you not write one.