And this year it will be….. (drum roll please)…. 13,000 words.
And the target was?…… 50,000 words
Which leaves just HOW MANY remaining?…… 37,000.
So, it seems, both a failure (not completing the 50,000) and a success (writing 13,000, which is a personal best for me). I’m not discouraged though, as the story has only really just begun. 
or “it’s after five in the morning and I’m fecked”.
Okay, so I didn’t get anywhere near as many words done as I would have hoped but I’m up to 10,700 which isn’t terribly bad.
I’m at the begining of a new scene which has echos of a previous one so it should be easier to write. Or, at least, that’s the plan.
Anyway, enough of this carp, I’m off to bed. It’s been a long day. No point in making it even longer…
Or at least that’s the plan. 
I rattled off a page and a half of A4 before the hangover and resulting de-hydration from my “only a few pints” night on the piss friday night made the prospect of writing anything else a step closer to a place closely resembling hell…
But right now, at just before half one in the morning, I have that all important second wind.
So now, as the good lady goes off to bed, I’m going to get down to my pants, break open a beer and get some damn writing done.
See you all on the other side of dawn…
Target: 15003 (or thereabouts)
Current: 8000
So I didn’t make my individual target for today or the target by day 9. Oh well, there’s always tomorrow.
And there’s the all-nighter I intend to pull on Friday night. In fact I think I might just see if I can write all the way through the weekend, stopping only for church, food and pooping.
I can get all the sleep I need at work on Monday. It’s not like I have to do anything else (except work, of course).
… because I’m not going to get any writing done if I don’t.
It’s like a magnet, pulling me away from achieving what need to get done.
And I need at least 2000 word done tonight…
