27 feet from the pack

Both of my esteemed sheepdogs are guarding me from the couch. The little one is nestled like a cat on the blankets where my wife usually sits. The big one is on the floor out cold. I don’t know how that qualifies as watching over the flock, but I’m pretty sure they think I’m the big dog. I am in charge of watching over them.

My wife is the human. I”m just the pack member in charge of getting the kibble. I like my pack.

It’s about time he wrote about something else!

I don’t know about you but I’m a little tuckered out. It dawned on me that I’d written about 40,000 words, including revisions, in the last two weeks. And, I bored you with every bit of my struggle.

Well, struggle no more. Listen to the nice people and then go below the fold and read the rest of this post. Don’t worry, it’s safe for work. I’ll tell you the back story once you’ve watched them.

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124,795 and it’s done. Bobby’s Back is a real novel.

Yes, it took an all-nighter but I swore I’d have this thing printed out and in people’s hands tonight. And I made it!

That makes for about 30,000 words in the past week. Once those flood gates opened there was no stopping it.

Well, off to Kinko’s for the copies for my critique circle.

And then some sleep. For me and Bobby.

107,718

Don’t worry. I’ll be done just blogging numbers tomorrow.  Almost there. Plot hours under 24 to the finale. Lots of writing tomorrow but it will be done on schedule. I threw out the dates more to see if I could really do it under pressure than for any other reason.

And, with His help, it’s worked.

My thanks to my wife, who is editing this beastie and to the still-unnamed agent who is waiting for the book. He knows who he is and I hope he likes it!

Yeah!  Now, back to that briefing room where I left them.