Today is November 10th. As you might guess, I did not get much writing done on the 9th, I was in a state of shock and mourning what was lost. What I wrote on the 7th I had to discard because .. the set-up was wrong. I was trying to place the scene in the wrong location and had to think things through.
These are my stats for the past ten-day.
1 Nov. 2016 - Prologue - An Tubaist - 2590 words, 6 pages
2 Nov. 2016 - Prologue - Na Sìthichean - 1915 words, 4 pages
2 Nov. 2016 - Prologue - Aisling - 1217 words, 3 pages
4 Nov. 2016 - Prologue - Dùsgadh - 3456 words, 8 pages
5 Nov. 2016 - Prologue - Teaghlach - 2964 words, 7 pages
6 Nov. 2016 - Prologue - Cuideachd - 1981 words, 4 pages
10 Nov. 2016 - Prologue - Tàbharnadh - 4919 words, 11 pages
There are 19042 words in the story to date, that averages out to 1904 words a day, which is well on track for the end of the month. I have not yet finished what I am calling "the Prologue" but which I may well end up identifying as "Part One", I hope to bring that to a conclusion tomorrow, God willing and the cricks don't rise. My test readers ... aren't. I am trying to not take this to heart, they are busy people and suffer from depression, overwork and ill-health beside. So far, my inner critic is satisfied. I just hope I can keep it in a good mood to the end.
Much of what has eluded me in the later novels - Reachers Swamp and Balach Dubh - is becoming clear as I write the scenes of An Dannsa Sìth, giving me hope that I will be able to complete them as well.