Shiny New Record
Um, wow. I think my brain is still staggering around in my head a little this morning. What a night.
So yeah, All Stitched Up is definitely still going well. Devan is beyond cooperative, so I’ll accept him trying to demand every moment of my attention. The story is unfolding well, and with colours and shadings I hadn’t expected. It’s probably unprofessional to get so high off your own story, but I really can’t help it. I’m totally in love. Of course, the word counts have been good too. Friday I put in a solid 4,031 words, but it was yesterday that I pulled out all the stops. I swear, I wasn’t trying to. I just… Well, I woke up early, and had some prep work already done, leftover from Friday, then did some more. Then I started writing. And kept writing. And writing. And wrote 8,009 words. For those keeping track at home, you are correct, that means we have a new record in the category of “Julie’s most insane number of words in a single day.”
Yeah, seriously, I wasn’t trying to do that, but dear god, was it worth it! Stitched is now up to 35,245 and 11 chapters. I think I’m in for about 30-ish chapters, so I’m somewhere in the vicinity of a third done. Maybe. I still refuse to try guesstimating final word count, except to say “A lot”. Again, so worth it.
It’s Sunday now, and I have another full day of writing ahead of me, of course. Chores and such shall fall into it (stupid housework fairies never show up at my house), but there will be many words. Only Sundays make me a bit melancholy. I wrapped myself up in Stitched on Friday, grateful for some uninterrupted time with Devan. Today, I know I have to unwrap myself at the end of the day, so that tomorrow, I can roll myself out to work. It makes me a bit sad, but drives me at the same time. I long for the day when I write, and that’s it, when there is no day job, and drafting goes on every day, all day. I want to be able to pull myself into the arms of whatever story I’m working on and not be released until I’ve written The End. That pushes me forward. One day. I’ll have that one day.
In the meantime, I’ll have to comfort myself with the knowledge that I’m taking Friday off from the day job, so I get an extra day to be wrapped in Stitched next weekend. For now, that will have to be enough, while I dream of story and a life composed of only that.