100 PAGES! 5 DAYS!
BALLOONS AND CONFETTI!
I AM THE SUN GOD RA!
THAT WAS ALMOST A HAIKU!
Day four, and I need to improve my posture. Hours slaving at the keyboard will leave me with a dowager’s hump. Twenty pages a day, and I’m still on track. How long can I keep up this manic pace? I don’t know. My feeble mind might crack under the pressure.
Since someone asked, this is one hundred pages on the same work. Not on several different works. Because I want to be done with Lightworld/Darkworld for now. The end is in sight, and I’m racing toward it.
I will take the weekend off, and maybe do another hundred pages next week.
Maybe I will write twenty pages a day, forever. And become the most prolific author of all times, next to the sophisticated android that replaced Nora Roberts in the late 80’s.
Oh yes, I will become Troutbot XG-9, and I will travel the galaxies, spewing stories from my internal word processor, and maybe, just maybe I will finally learn to crochet.
Here I am, on day 3 of my “100 pages in five days” challenge.
Last night, I couldn’t get to sleep. I’d done my twenty pages, but I wanted to do more. My mind was racing, planning out what would happen next. I had the entire end of the book plotted out. It was brilliant.
Then, I fell asleep. I lost the drive. But there are still twenty pages to go today.