Last week's word count goes: 300 , 340 , 240 , 310 , 540 , and 90 . What's the matter with 90 words? Didn't try to cut corners but something happened in those 90 words that stopped me from writing on. The story took on a new possibility that was too unexpected to ignore. Surprising. But inevitable.
Word count for the last three days are 340 , 600 , and 340 words. Nothing extraordinary produced. Just plain consistent pagefills. Encountered quite a few branch-out points from which more writing could, well, branch out. The psychology of the MCs (especially MMC) were really difficult to fit into the story, given the research. Not so much in the factual correspondence but in my own creative prolificacy. I'm not writing enough junk. That's the main obstacle now.
I don't know. But I think the controlling idea is ready. It's straightforward, clear, and singular. It's also everything I want to get across in the story. It took almost 5,000 words to nail down 9! The synthesis is only less than 0.2% of the overall word spill. 620 words today, almost half of which was produced in a semi-state of sleep. The pen chugged along as thoughtlessness took hold and took over the process. That's a very good sign. None of these words are gold. Mindlessness shall assign them their legit place in the work.
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