Blergh.
So, the weekend wasn’t a great success. I got some writing done at lunch, but the evening got swallowed by moving related activities. Saturday morning started off much earlier than I’d previously realized, so I didn’t get any writing done. I was utterly exhausted from moving furniture by the end, so no writing there either. Not getting any writing done also meant no game prep getting completed. So what time I had on Sunday was spent prepping for the game that I ran that day. After the game I was basically an exhausted lump. Monday I finally called in sick. I’ve been fighting off some bug for the last week and the girlfriend finally got me to see the doctor. I could have written during the day, but instead spent most of my day playing Star Wars: The Force Unleashed. I’ve been fiending for some hot lightsaber action, and got sucked right in. But I did get some writing in last night, probably around 1500 words, while the girlfriend was playing Rock Band. So, not an utter waste.
I’ve been tracking my word count in a Google Docs spreadsheet. I made a chart. I set the top of it at 90,000 words. I saw how much I had to go before I was “done.” And then I cried a little bit.
I worry on a certain level that I’m not interested in the course the novel has taken. Or it could be I’m just feeling frustrated and overwhelmed.