Mom called to check in on me, since I’m all by myself for a few days. We commiserated about how hard it is to take well-written source material and fashion it into decent prose without plagiarising. So far, so good, but it’s difficult.
I got my weekend writing goal accomplished. I rewrote a 6,000-word section that needed significant work. Seventeen thousand down, fifteen thousand to go, according to the word counter. I’ve got a 5,000-word section to work on before work every day this week, which will leave a brutal 10,000 words for next weekend. If I can do it, I’ll have something pretty nice to line-edit during ten hours of flights to New York on Monday. It beats watching The Da Vinci Code.
If these numbers bore you, you’ll want to skip reading the weblog for the next week. It’s all I’ll be able to talk about, and I’m just kicking around this empty house with nobody else to talk to.