So, it’s true, the whole idea behind ROW80. Sometimes things happen you really weren’t expecting. Someone close to me, an alcoholic, hit rock bottom this week. I’ve been dealing with fallout, and feeling pretty emotionally drained.
I managed about 1,500 words this week, squeaking through the 4,000 mark for total word count on this new book. Terrible. And Monday I go camping for a few days. Maybe I’ll take the manuscript I need to edit with me — might be a nice change of pace. But no new words on the urban fantasy until next Friday at least, unless I can get a few in today.
I’m going to wait a couple of weeks to see how this affects my overall goal, but I’m thinking I might reduce my word count goal to 30,000. I still need to publish Tribute, and edit and revise Vessel. I don’t want to let stuff I’ve already written sit on a shelf.