I wrote the minimum goal for Sven yesterday.

At the start, I didn’t think I’d get anything written and at 9pm last night I was still only about a 100 words in.  I thought about closing the laptop, vegging, shouting a bit more at CSI: Miami, reading a book, but I didn’t, I plugged on.  Just before midnight I got to 770 words.

I’m glad I did now, even though the words are probably crap and I’ll have to change/cut them anyway.  I pushed myself – which is not like me – and actually got to my goal – which is not like me either, LOL.  So hopefully I’m instilling some good routines through Sweat70 that I’ll retain Post Sven.  Fingers crossed.

I had post-going-out sniffles yesterday and I’ve still got them today. So… writing wise, I didn’t get much done. I did plot out a bit more of the ending of Weaving Words. I’m still trying to get my head around how the climax is going to play out. It’s still a bit of a jumble, but I think I almost have it.

I went to bed early to read and got annoyed instead. I hate it when characters have very convenient abilities just at the right time and you as the reader had no clue of this before hand.

‘I’m just this completely ordinary, but plucky woman, who can, oooh look, handle a sword like a pro and can drive like a bank robber’s get-away-man. Didn’t I give you a hint of my convenient hobbies/skills before? No? Really? Ah, well.’

*grrrr*

Anyway this morning, I sat down and splurged words and scrabbled out just over 750 words. Which is very nice.

Woot! A day early and I get to post this:

 

And since this made me write a lot more, yes Colonel, tying you up is enough of a reward for me *snort*

And the place not to do it is in the middle of an old warehouse that’s been turned into a children’s soft play centre. *sigh*

I was completely paranoid that adults, staff, children passing the table would try to read over my shoulder. I was the only person in the vast space with a laptop, to I had the curiosity factor against me. Normally, I’m not so twitchy and people will nose…but this time and this particular scene had be bouncing the file open and shut every five minutes. Needless to say, in the time I was there – about an hour and a half – I only got about 300 words written, LOL

I am edging ever closer to the end, though. Which is cool.

On the Sven front:

I got over 1500 words written yesterday and I started to read through Weaving Words, to try to get a handle on that story again.

And soon I’ll be able to post my first reward icon… *squeeee*

So… I met the daily minimum word count for Sweat70. Yesterday’s words I tried to hack out before Stargate Atlantis came on at 8pm. Almost made it… and then had to watch as those bad, bad SGA writers killed my ship *waaahh*

Not that there was much emotion. Elizabeth Weir is always too stoic and well, Joe Flanigan aka John Sheppard, while nice to look at, isn’t all there in the acting department *sigh*

That over and the few extra words clawed out, I also plotted halfway through Fracture which should be an interesting and complicated one to write. Complicated? Which story of mine doesn’t have more twists and turns than a twisty-turny-thing on its holiday at Twisty-Turny-World…?