I'm hoping today the ice cream man comes round, cuz I finally have good news on the word count front. (I'm a great believer in rewards, and yes, I reward with food -- at least till the new season of The Biggest Loser start.)
First, I must apologize.
I haven't checked in in many weeks. I just didn't.
I've been writing, regularly even. And I definitely have Row 80 to thank for that.
It finally put writing in its daily spot, painful as that can be. Some days the schedule gets hijacked -- days when the hateful day job rudely butts in as the personal chef/grocery shopper/laundry goddess goes walkabout. But generally, there I am, writing, at least for a little bit.
However, I've been jealous of those who report GIANT numbers. Their ice cream is a full banana split, with fudge and peanuts and cherries.
Sigh. That's not me. I just don't have that kind of time.
But my little numbers are steady.
So I've decided I love my scoop of strawberry. It will do just fine.
August 15-20 = 220 to 400 words/day (1350?)
August 21 = 0.
August 22 = 1,251 words.
August 23 = 0.
August 24 = edits and character work.