Okay, just a quick update after another good writing day. Looks like I'm down to about 8 scenes left before the novel is DONE. Cool.

I started looking at all I'd written since my train ride up to DC exactly 2 weeks ago, and I've churned out about 70 new pages on the novel. Very nice. I've been on a roll the past few days, and I'm devoting a large chunk of time to working on it tomorrow.

Eight more scenes. Whoa. More later.

Now Playing:
"Songs from an American Movie, Part 1," Everclear

Now Reading:
Eva Moves the Furniture, Margot Livesey

Today's Words:
2,400

Words for '03:
147,900

Today's Quote:
When she heard the explosion, Ally was walking back to her editing room in the student union, and she flattened herself on the ground as soon as the sound of the blast touched her ears. Her nerves, honed to an almost inhuman degree by her years of Blur abuse, had once again overcompensated. Just a few months ago, when she was living out of her car, a car bomb had gone off less than a block from where she'd been napping in her front seat, and she'd almost killed herself trying to get to the floor of the back seat. Now, with her ears still ringing, she lifted herself from the sidewalk. Her flush of embarrassment at hitting the deck vanished the instant she realized where the sound of the explosion had originated.

Wishing for the first time in weeks for a couple capsules of Blur, Ally broke into an awkward run toward the mother ship. As she ran, she tried to load a fresh mini-DVD into her portable recorder and ended up dropping half of the new disks.

"Fuck it," she said, not even bothering to pick up the empty disks sticking up like little blades from the muddy ground next to the sidewalk. "No time."