And things were going so well, too.
This week, things kind of slowed to a crawl. I was able to write 4,865 words, bringing the grand total of Failstate #2 to 78,739 words. Wow. Not good.
But I do have some excuses. Want to hear them?
Too bad, I'm going to give them anyway.
Part of it was the long weekend. I was out of town with family and that didn't give me a whole lot of time to write.
But more importantly, I wound up hitting a wall last Wednesday. I'd gotten up to the point where I'd figured everything out and then said, "Well, now what?" And I had no idea. So I had to take a little bit of a break to figure out what needed to happen in the last several thousand words. I wrote out a list and that seems to have cleared the logjam.
So clearly, I won't be meeting my self-imposed deadline. But that's okay. Because I think the end is in sight.
Of course, that's what I said almost two years ago when I was writing the first Failstate. Hopefully I won't half-life it this time also.