You may recall this post from a month ago, in which I decided to destroy malaise, get in shape, and write my new novel. It is going slower than I had hoped, but at least it is headed the right direction. If you look at this post from a year ago you will be surprised to discover that it is even slower going than I initially thought, and also that when I am talking about weight loss I am almost certainly going to refer to chopping off or removing some essential piece of my anatomy, the heavier the better.
Since Night of the Living Dead Christians is due to my publisher August 1, I need to actually (ahem) finish writing it. So I guess it's time to start busting out the progress bars like I did when writing Imaginary Jesus. So, (drumroll, please), here it is:
21678 / 50000 words. 43% done!
Forty-three percent done! Now, if someone could kindly give my Acquisitions Editor a smelling salt so that she doesn't faint from the stress, I have to say that I am farther along thatn I thought I was! And in addition to the actual pages written, I've charted all the chapters out (like a Boy Scout! Or a navigator or something!) and have even written bits and pieces of the ending scenes.
P.S. I noticed that you didn't actually do a drumroll. That is disappointing. What good is a blog if people are not interacting, I ask you? ANSWER: It is mostly good to give me the feeling that I have an audience at all times. And when you don't respond I assume it is because you are having such a great time that you can't form the words.
P.P.S. In case you are one of those morbid people who keeps tuning in to wonder how much weight the Biggest Loser has lost this week (can't you just love us the way we are?), I've lost about 8 pounds since the last time I dared to talk about this subject. From all the jogging. And sweating because of my unfinished novel.