I wrote 2,544 words this week.
*cowers in shame*
This means my stats are as follows.
Word Count When This Piece of Craziness Began: 8,536
Total Word Count As Of Now: 25,045
Final Word Count Goal: 33,536
Daily Word Count Goal: 1,000
Average Daily Word Count: Eh, heh. Heh, heh, heh.
Words Remaining: 8,489
In other words, I have to do 8,489 words this coming week. From Monday to Friday. Do you think I can do it? How about you? What's your word count? Are you feeling stressed and strained yet?
Favorite Bit Written This Week:
Francie sighed. “Taste is immaterial. Eggs are much less fattening than grilled cheese.”Alice choked back a laugh. “Oh, Francie, really. You’re not trying to reduce again, are you?”“Only a little. For the wedding. I have my reasons.”Alice raised her eyebrows. “Well, it’s your lunch.”“You mean your funeral,” said Mark, peering into the pan and reeling back as if he’d been socked. “If you don’t survive eating that thing, will you leave your bicycle to me?”Francie was saved from an annoyed retort by a thumping knock on the back door. Alice dropped the plate of sandwiches into Sylvia’s startled hands and flew to get it. Patsy beamed benevolently. “It’s George,” she said, a bit after the fact, as Alice reentered the room with a tallish young man and Pumblechook.
Mark and Timmy immediately made kissing noises.