You Are Here; Or, More Math with Mole!

More accurately, of course, I am here.

75,820 words of Summerdown written. 99,180 words to go. 62 days to write them in. I need 1,600 words a day now, instead of 1,500.

I do not, however, regret Wiscon. Nor will I regret going bookgeeking with brisingamen and peake tomorrow. This (the before, during, and aftermath of Wiscon) is the one chance I have most years to talk f2f with a number of friends I love, and I would not swap it for the world.

I also need to check the page proofs of "Three Letters" for So Fey, and write an introduction for The Bone Key (600 words, give or take, of which I have 515 with which I am not satisfied). Oh, and an acceptance speech, so that in the unlikely event I win the Campbell, marykaykare will not be forced to adlib.

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As matociquala reminds us, today is the 414th anniversary of Christopher Marlowe's death.

Next time, Kit, pay for the damn fish, okay?

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I crashed this morning for a 2+ hour nap. And I'm still tired.

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I had an excellent Wiscon and came home with a huge stack of books.

( for those of you who want to play along at home )

I did not take notes at my panels, nor at the one panel I managed to get to that I wasn't on, so the probability of a useful con-report out of me is slim to none. People were smart; I may have been one of them.

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Break's over. Back on your heads.

T-62 and counting

Today: 755 words.

Notably below quota. However, I also wrote the introduction for The Bone Key (590 words) and my hypothetical Campbell acceptance speech (82 words), which puts my actual output at more like 1300 words. Which is still below quota, but not as bad.

I will strive to do better tomorrow, but considering how tired I am, I'm not going to beat myself up about a poor performance today.