After last week’s stirling efforts I had hoped this week would follow a similar course.
I was wrong. While it wasn’t the worse week on record, it was still pretty poor. I had two decent days, without being great, two mediocre days and three days of abject failure.
On the positive side, I have got a short story close to being completed, and, baring anything wierd, it should be done so in the next day or two.
Looking back over the last eight weeks, or fifty-six days, I have written around 63500 words. A bit over 1K a day. Less than I would have liked, but at least above the absolute minimum I had set.