This morning’s drive produced three hundred words or so, and I’ve just tapped out another 400 on break. Today, I feel a strange compelling force in me, moving me I know not where, but I know that I must go where it dictates.
I’m hoping that it dictates 20,000 by bedtime.
I am pleased; several supporting characters have come to crossed purposes without my being aware of it, and all of them are coming to the protag for resolution. In a few thousand more words I’ll have him tied up in knots and ready for his Jeeves to make the scene.
Crossposted from Epinepherine & Sophistry