Page 50.
That’s all I’m gonna get today.
You know it; I know it; we all know it.
I have to be happy with page 50…
Okay, so page 50.
Will someone carry me home now? I’ve reached page 50 and I’m too tired to walk.
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Fifty is fantastic given the fact that you have, in fact, been SICK.
Your goal is eighty, right, by when?
page 50 is a lot! i know that you aimed for more, but pat yourself on the back. i’d carry you home (or at least put you in a wheelbarrow and wheel you home) if i could!
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. That’s how I feel the next morning, but I’m going back in for more.
I have to turn in text for 80 pages by Friday. Problem is, with a full-time job I can only count on getting real work done on the weekends. Once I write to the end of this, it’s still a first draft and will need to be read over and line-edited. (I don’t think it’s very good right now, and I’m nervous.)
Any sick days at your full-time job, just to get the damn thing done?
Stay where you are, I will be right there. With a grocery cart full of pillows.
See? I know about these things.
Please say this building you’re in has an elevator.
Page 69. I’m going to bed.
huhuhuhuh…”69.”
sorry nova: I *had* to type that.
I am cheering you onward. Really, I am, despite my Beavis and Butthead comment.
Oh, 69 now! Look at you go! It’s better than 68, right?
I have tagged you for a writing meme, btw:
5 strengths as a writer
I hope you’ll play!
Great job. I can’t write one sentence let alone 50 pages when I’m sick.
keep going. I’d take 50 over zero any day…
Hang in there! You have an internet full of writing cheerleaders who are totally chanting your name!! Instead of pom-poms we have uhm. Pencils! And literature!
So I caved… I asked the editor for an extension. Thankfully, I got it. The new deadline is Monday.