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Theoretically, This is Progress
Nov. 6th, 2007 12:51 amWell, after several really good days, I made a rather pathetic showing today. And I won't be posting an exerpt, as I'm still in the middle of the first scene of Chapter 5. Or really, toward the end of the first scene, but I'm tired and it's time, so it'll have to wait for tomorrow.
11611 / 50000 words. 23% done!
Today's Word Count: 1,066
Current Total Word Count: 11,611
Estimated Total Word Count: ~100,000
What's bad: My word count. The fact that my question mark key is dying. Quite possibly the Sam-Mary argument. I feel like I'm reaching my limit with Mary's evasiveness and Sam's ability to pursue it without sounding like a whiny, petulant child, but it's not time for that information yet (especially since I need them to separate at this point) and so I don't know how to fix it. Or if I should.
What's good: Right now, I'm too tired and too discouraged to think anything's good. Maybe just that I have enough of a cushion to 'forgive' (ha!) myself a pathetic day?
What pleases me: Sam scuffs to a halt and turns back to face her. She looks tiny next to the Impala's bulk. Tiny and pale, almost fragile, but Sam knows it’s a lie. His mother is the toughest, hardest, most stubborn person he's ever known.
That doesn't make her right, though. "That's what I want you to do," he says finally. He feels a pang of guilt at abandoning his quest for revenge, but the demon—or whatever the hell it is—has waited for twenty-two years and Jess is dead. All he can do for her is avenge her. He might be able to save his brother's life. And that has to take precedence.
He and his mother stare at each other for several waited moments and then, finally, Mary nods at him. It looks like respect. "Goodbye, Sam." She closes the trunk with a muted thud without looking, turns on her heel and gets back into the car.
Sam watches her go. Watches the taillights flash bright and bloody. Watches the Impala pull out and away.
Today's Word Count: 1,066
Current Total Word Count: 11,611
Estimated Total Word Count: ~100,000
What's bad: My word count. The fact that my question mark key is dying. Quite possibly the Sam-Mary argument. I feel like I'm reaching my limit with Mary's evasiveness and Sam's ability to pursue it without sounding like a whiny, petulant child, but it's not time for that information yet (especially since I need them to separate at this point) and so I don't know how to fix it. Or if I should.
What's good: Right now, I'm too tired and too discouraged to think anything's good. Maybe just that I have enough of a cushion to 'forgive' (ha!) myself a pathetic day?
What pleases me: Sam scuffs to a halt and turns back to face her. She looks tiny next to the Impala's bulk. Tiny and pale, almost fragile, but Sam knows it’s a lie. His mother is the toughest, hardest, most stubborn person he's ever known.
That doesn't make her right, though. "That's what I want you to do," he says finally. He feels a pang of guilt at abandoning his quest for revenge, but the demon—or whatever the hell it is—has waited for twenty-two years and Jess is dead. All he can do for her is avenge her. He might be able to save his brother's life. And that has to take precedence.
He and his mother stare at each other for several waited moments and then, finally, Mary nods at him. It looks like respect. "Goodbye, Sam." She closes the trunk with a muted thud without looking, turns on her heel and gets back into the car.
Sam watches her go. Watches the taillights flash bright and bloody. Watches the Impala pull out and away.
