I didn't have time to post Monday because I had an urgent need for a pint with my husband at Bar Volo at day's end. I did, however, hammer in another 2000 words, bringing that day's total to just over 77,000.
Sadly, it's still there as of today. I put in hours of work to keep it there, too. I deleted several vestigial, useless or outdated scenes, and the new words I added were just barely enough to keep the total count on track.
I don't think this novel is going to be quite 90k, but it is still going to be done by the end of the week: I have about five scenes left to write, and none of them contain land mines as far as I can tell.
I've also had a flurry of other writing-related activity, including both success and failure, which I can't share at this time, and only mention in order to provide context for why today was another low-count day. I can see this being quite a time-sink for a full-time writer. As my own publishing history grows, and my involvement with the SF community with it, I find myself with a lot of tangential tasks like updating my website, mailing contracts, Ideomancer slush, social media, grant applications, SFWA business. All worthwhile and part of the work, and I need to account for it in my Grand Plan.
The Grand Plan for the rest of today, however, includes mostly stretching and tea-drinking. G'night!