My word count for Monday - and the first hour and a half of Tuesday.

[panik]

On my novel; 1,802 words, drawn from my body in a process not unlike disembowelling; three and three-quarter hours of pain, fear and suffering.

On my current TS fic; 2, 197 fragrant, fluffy, lemon-scented words; painlessly birthed in two hours and  ten minutes of total joy and sitting-on-a-cloud-like loveliness.

So, what's going on there, then?
Anyone would think I didn't want to write this bloody nightmare book  novel (perish the thought!).

Comments

[jessriley.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, sounds painful. At least you have TS to soothe your soul.

Good luck with the novel writing.

[gillyp.livejournal.com]

Hee. It's not so bad, I'm on the last chapter... I can hardly believe I just said that; let me say it again, enjoy the sensation, let the words roll around on my tongue... I'm on the *last* chapter now...

::sigh::

It's the best chapter too. Should be a doddle. And yeah, thank God for TS, even if they're Moonridge stories (LAST years Moonridge ie) and the pressure's on. It's pressure with a warm, furry lining. (o: