So…
Tired…
Got so much done…
I wrote 6,100 words today, which amounted to 23 pages. And after properly adjusting my formatting just now, I was actually at 26 pages yesterday, not 22. See, I was using font size 11, when I should have been using font size 12. I could not figure out for the life of me why I was having these amazingly awesome sprints of almost 2,000 words per hour, and yet I was always so woefully short of my page goals.
I *might* consider going back to size-11 font, since it might be kind of a mind-trick to get myself being more productive, but for now, I’m going to stick with the larger font if only because it’s a much more accurate representation of how many pages the book will *actually* be. My goal for this manuscript is 330 pages. 330 pages, because I know that will end up being closer to 340, which through rewrites and cuts and additions will turn into 350-360, and 360 is right about the sweet spot. Starstuff is 365 pages.
Anyway, it’s time for me to sleep. I am wiped the fuck out.
Big fire in the hills above Burbank tonight. Air quality is crap. It’s also murderously hot. 107º again today. Was triple digits all week. FML. Thank baby g for central air.
Night.
Artwork this evening is from Tim White