The weekend is nearly over, and I haven't made it to fifty pages. That T-Rex is catching up to me...
HOWEVER, I'd like to add that I'm no Sit-n-Take-It Cavewoman. I am proud of what I've accomplished this weekend, and eventually, that T-Rex will lag behind, gasping in the dust, and find some other poor soul to chase after. I, on the other hand, will finish this book because I am one bad-ass cavewoman.
Me (in theory)
If I end up at only 25 pages, I'll be ok with that because if I hadn't set out to write 50, I might not have ended up with any at all. (And so far, this is turning out to be a darned good first draft.)
9 comments:
It must get drafty writing in those skimpy clothes! ;)
You're getting pages done and that is what's important!!
Even in allergy season, 25 pages is nothing to sneeze at!
Hey that is huge! I get excited over 5 pages. Keep it up. I know it will be awesome.
(I can't help wonder how the original cavewomen managed without tweezers, wax, hair conditioner, and toner... And how'd they get those cool-looking costumes with their bone needles and sinew thread?)
I'd be pretty thrilled with 5 pages right now...
-- MaryWitzl from VK's
Good for you, Amber. Send that T-Rex over here when you are done!
25 darned good pages = a million mediocre pages. You can trust me. I'm a math guru.
Well, you wrote a LOT more than me! :-) And: you have a vespa??? Awesome.
25 pages is awesome!
Thanks, everyone! I actually left a comment last week on here, but it has disappeared...
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