Behind on my word count, I had a plan. And because I had a plan, it didn’t work out like I wanted.
I felt the sickness creeping up late last week. I refused to give into it. I got immunity boosters and slept well. I wasn’t going to let it take me.
It got me anyway.
I woke up Saturday morning with a sore throat and a general ickiness that couldn’t be ignored. I tried to. Of course I did. Hot tea and some cold meds, I tried to push through. I didn’t quite succeed. Friday night I got a few words in, and I got a few more in on Saturday. But nowhere near where I wanted for the weekend. And I started to panic a little, because the deadline was looming, and I really, really needed to make some progress.
Sunday, however, dawned a bright new day.
Apparently my immune system is stronger than I thought, and while I wasn’t at 100%, I felt much better than I did on Saturday.
So I sat down to write.
I had a loose goal of 15k by the end of the weekend. That would be some solid, good progress by the end, would get me passed the halfway mark and I’d start to breathe easier. But I didn’t write 15k words.
I wrote 22 thousand words.
Twenty. Two. Thousand.
I was worried I wouldn’t have enough story to make the 50k minimum. I was sure by the end, I’d have to go back and fill in more words, expand scenes and even add some new ones. That’s always a little trying for me, as I find it difficult to fill in. I’m a linear writer, and I need to write in order. So thinking of things I missed before is very hard for me.
But I don’t have that worry now. I have about ten thousand words left to reach the minimum, and at least that, if not more, left in plot. Ghostwalker is nearing the end. And while I’m anxious to get there, I’m reluctant to let it go. This story has been a long time coming, and I love Blake and Derek.
I’m hoping I’ll have it done by the end of the month. Then I have plenty of time to tweak and polish, before I have to send it in. I’m looking forward to it.