I’m beside myself with joy that I knocked out 6,000 words last weekend!
I think that’s a record for me — 3,000 words a day.
Of course, my house reflects it: My floors are covered in dust, the fridge is empty, laundry is spilling out of the hampers, and it looks like a bomb went off in my living room.
But 6,000 words, people. I’m giddy.
The best part is that I think I only have about 6,000 words left! Until “The End”! I can hardly believe it.
(And if I could do 6,000 words in a dedicated two-day weekend, I can certainly do 6,000 in a dedicated, four-day Thanksgiving weekend, right?)
So I’m counting down the hours, minutes, until Thanksgiving weekend. …
I might just have this puppy done!