La Vie Boheme

See towel. See towel get tossed.

Okay, it's 4:15 on the afternoon of November 27th, and I'm still lurking just beneath 25,000 words. It's a safe bet that I'm not going to make 50,000 words by Saturday. I just had too much else going on this month in order to achieve the same sort of focus I managed last year.

Yet fear not, Gentle Readers: this is not the end of The Sword in the Mound. My plans for this weekend still involve some pretty intensive writing--just cause I'm not hitting 50,000 doesn't mean I can't get as close as I can! I'm sitting here working on an outline as we speak, as a matter of fact. That was another major stumbling block this year. Sword is, in many respects, way more plot heavy than The Host is. Not that The Host doesn't have a plot, mind, but Sword is requiring far more dense plotting. This is a new thing to me. I have a hunch that once I get a plot outline, I'll be able to start really sailing along. I'm still clinging to the goal of having a working first draft by the start of winter semester at school, which is January 6th.

In other news, I'm back to working at the desk instead of the couch. If the cats would just leave me alone, I'd be golden. ;)