12 girls, 24 titties, 13,537 words

My novel, Naked Montreal, is 27% complete, according to my Scribometer:

Oops, that should read WORDS not PAGES!

Currently, the plan involves putting a minimum of 500 words on paper per weekday (Mon-Thurs), and 1,500 words on paper per weekend day (Fri-Sun), so I can finish this first draft in a month and a half if I stick with it.

Today I wrote 930 words. And I may go for the glory and do another round after lunch, just to really nail it.

I find meeting a word count so much more satisfying than crossing the day off with an X. I think it’s because when you break the chain, you’re back at zero again, and that is FAR more depressing than having to make up for lost word-counts with extra writing on the day after you slack. Don’t you agree?

For shits & giggles, here’s a quote from what I was working on today:

Out front the bouncer doubles as the guy trying to sweet-talk you big lugs into coming into the club and shelling out your hard-earned cash on some damn dames. His line? “12 girls, 24 titties! Yes, that’s TWENTY-FOUR TITTIES!”

I always wonder what might happen if he yelled “12 girls, TWENTY-FIVE TITTIES!” instead.

(Cross-posted at NakedMontreal.net)

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