Another quiet day here at the Cat Farm. I am somewhat astonished to find that I’ve written 12,256 words during my little break from work. A little better than 1,300 words a day, on average. It’s true what they say: Forbidden fruit isthe sweetest.
While I was looking at various milestones and calendars today, as records were shifted here and there in preparation for filling out the accountant’s forms, I noticed that between 2000 and 2006, we published eight original novels, three of which had been written and were sitting in a box, waiting for a publisher.
Between 2007 and 2010, we/I published six original novels, only one of which was already written.
Between late 2010 and mid-2012, we’ll write three original novels.
Is it just me or is the pace picking up around here?
Hope everyone had a lovely first day of the new year.
Progress on The Book Presently Known as George:
24,078 words/100,000 OR 24.08% complete
“My son,” she said now. “I am pleased to see you.”
Pleased. He relaxed somewhat.
“Did you not,” his mother said, then, “expect me to be pleased?”
Syl Vor met her eyes. “I had thought — surprised, ma’am.”