In the last few weeks I have discovered this:
The website is called pimptheface.com and I have wasted many hours on this in the name of research.
I have also discovered this (nothing to do with research):
Which in turn led me to discover this (a band that have been going since 2001):
As a result this was my word count before the holidays:
And this is my word count three weeks into the holidays:
6,500 words are random scenes that I have written for the end of the book and from experience never actually make it into the draft. So, if we have a look at the real word count, it is:
The question I ask you, is what could the reason be? Is it:
a) the nearly four year old’s fault (she is going through a particularly truculent period at the moment)?
b) the fact that I didn’t plan this draft, other than in my head?
c) that I’m a bit mixed up what with writing bits here, there and everywhere?
d) that maybe I need a break from this as well?
I’ve considered all four. The only thing I am sure of is that I will attempt to slog on. In the end a rubbish first draft is better than no draft at all.