T-54 and counting

[truepenny]

Today: 869 words

Which finishes Chapter 11.

Plus, the beginning of Chapter 12 is my last big chunk of salvaged text, so there's another 2,912 words joining the story today. If I want to give myself a spurious sense of progress (and I'll take any sense of progress I can get, spurious or otherwise), that makes 3,781 words overall.

92,085 words of Summerdown written. 82,915 to go. (And technically, that's 1564 words a day to meet the deadline, but I think we're gonna stick with 1600 as our goal. Because if I could maybe finish the book before the deadline . . . well, that would be very exciting and might even cause me to eat a minstrel or two.) I have passed the halfway point. In theory, it's all downhill from here.

The hippopotamus laffs and laffs and laffs.

Comments

[fidelioscabinet.livejournal.com]

The pygmy marmoset goes bowling for wordcount.

[truepenny.livejournal.com]

Is that a ping pong ball?

[fidelioscabinet.livejournal.com]

Yes, it is. The story, as I understand it, is that a zoo in the UK had a diorama on turtles and turtle nests, and was using ping-pong balls for turtle eggs--and after hours the critters, including some birds and the pygmy marmosets, were stealing the ping-pong balls.

[larryhammer]

I want to say IM IN UR TURTLZ STEALIN UR PINGPONG BALLZ, but that would be juvenile.

---L.

[larryhammer]

Minstrals are stringy -- not much good eating on them. You'll be better off with a steward or washerwoman.

---L.