It's Good To Be Back!

I have to say, it feels like things are going right again. The world is spinning in the right direction and peanut butter is friends with jelly again. Doesn't make sense? Doesn't matter. I feel like life is returning to normal, and for that, I am incredibly grateful!

I am writing again. Perhaps not as many words per day, but doing it still. And really, after you hit the goal of 50,000 words and you realize that is not, in fact, the size of a novel, word count feels almost silly. I can't stop from seeing it tick up and realize what is a respectable amount to write today and what is on the puny side, but it almost seems like I need to look at estimated page count now. Which might also be silly, but we have to mark things somehow, right? If I can't have specific measure sticks, I feel lost and warbled, and I don't enjoy that sensation. So, page count it is.

In case you're wondering about word count though, since I up and changed the rules on the game, it's currently up to 58,818. Translated to the current game, that is approximately 144 paper back pages. Not too shabby, I think. Never mind that I have no idea how I'm going to end this story, or proceed for that matter, but I'm not fretting about that. After all, these characters are smart and they know what to do. And when there are times that I can't figure out how the heck something that needs to happen happen, more often than not, they let me know. And then it's obvious and I have no idea why I didn't think of it first.

So, new goal: Finish this novel by my birthday. Preferably Mom's birthday, which is February 1st. That would be cool. But, I'm giving myself a week leeway and February 7th will be just fine. Old game rules? That's about 1,350 words per day, in my estimation. Give or take. New game rules? That's right around 4 paper back pages a day. Eh, why not?

So here's to it! If I had a tasty adult beverage at the ready, I would raise a glass to worlds that have been righted and favorite childhood lunch mates being reunited again. However, the only drink I have handy is the swallow or two left of my Magnesium supplement, which I fondly call my "Crap". I don't ever mean disrespect to this lovely mineral, but it makes me laugh, so I do it. Anyway, I'll raise my blue plastic tumbler of Crap and say cheers to a New World Order.

Here, Here!