That is, the post in which you realize you aren't as slow as ME.
I've been very private about the progress (or lack of) of my rewrite. And so, without further adieu, I give you (and why? I'm not sure other than this compulsion for absolute honesty right now)...MY WORD COUNT.
(Funny that this comes in the month of NOVEMBER. Ironic even. Like rain on your wedding day or like a free ride when you are already late.)
As a smattering of you may recall, I finished my rough draft in a record (for me) two months. I finished that rough draft one year ago.
And it has been a big year. Shortly after finishing my first draft, I had a baby.
I mean, I Had A Baby!
This beautiful piece of humanity may or may not have changed my writing routine a little. And for that I kiss her snotty, teething face every day and she bites my lip with her three-and-a-half teeth.
But the TRUTH is, having a baby didn't really SLOW my writing down. Yes, there were the first few months of adjusting to new life, but normal did return.
And I got back to that rewrite, which is only half done after a year...with many plans to rewrite what I already rewrote.
Okay, you've heard many finish-the-darn-book goals from me, but here is my latest (and I hope, most realistic)...
Here's to one more year and finishing my rewrite once and for all. (Me toasting you with root beer because I'm Mormon and because I like it (root beer and being Mormon and parentheticals.))