Today I got started working before five, and knocked out about 1400; then, against my better judgment (I know that slow and steady wins the race), I came back for a second sitting. 2,458 today — and all before midnight! The first overrun was excusable; I mean, I was three paragraphs away from Jack finally making his entrance. I’ve been looking forward to him all book. But did I really need to write the rest of that scene today? No. (Not to mention it’s a stupidly long scene. Though heck if I know how I can trim it. The tree may have to go away. <sad face>)
I am, however, being vindicated in my decision not to work on revising the earlier parts yet. As I suspected, I am getting to know Antony much better in this part, which will benefit me in the revision. Apparently he’s one of those guys who accomplishes more the less you give him to work with. Who knew?
Word count: 50521. That landmark is the other reason for the overrun.
LBR tally: 2,458 words of nearly pure rhetoric.
Authorial sadism: You know what happens when you give somebody a young son in Part I? They’re all growed up by Part III, is what.