Progress Report: Not Bad
Jun. 23rd, 2014 07:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nepentheYesterday, I heard two, TWO birds chirping at my like angry squeaky toys. I couldn't see them both, but I choose to believe that its my tiny tree neighbors and that the female is recovered.
Welp. Had opportunity to reach my word count goal this weekend. Did not. But I DID write and I got a few of the fiddly bits smoothed over. More deleted. Need to STOP EDITING, IT'S NOT TIME YET. Journaling might make it harder to keep track of WC, but it keeps me from the editing, pushes me forward. And it let my poor, carpel tunnel-y left hand rest.
Scenes written: Alligator in the bathtub. Set-up to table sex (as you do).
Word Count: 1.000-ish words.
Welp. Had opportunity to reach my word count goal this weekend. Did not. But I DID write and I got a few of the fiddly bits smoothed over. More deleted. Need to STOP EDITING, IT'S NOT TIME YET. Journaling might make it harder to keep track of WC, but it keeps me from the editing, pushes me forward. And it let my poor, carpel tunnel-y left hand rest.
Scenes written: Alligator in the bathtub. Set-up to table sex (as you do).
Word Count: 1.000-ish words.