|Out of the Pied Cow. And more numbers.
||[Jul. 4th, 2016|07:19 pm]
785: But she had forced him to say it, repeatedly, as if she’d known he’d have to remember it when he was in no state to think properly.
Book 17, it turned out, was a smaller one. So now that I've typed it all in, I'm up to 90,804 words. Still not to shabby. But with the new average, estimate for amount actually written goes down to 96,145.
Book 18 is one of the larger ones, though (the various notebooks I'm writing in are all different sizes - whatever I've found cheap in discount bins, which is why some have Spiderman on the cover and others have Justin Bieber.)
Book 18 is also the last of the notebooks I've completely filled. Ongoing story is partway through book 19 now. So, things'll slow down a bit once I'm caught up. Or speed up, since I'll be spending considerably more time writing new material than typing in anything I've written.