More damn numbers
Trundling along on the Novel That Needs A Better Title than Tom Jefferson’s Daughter and the Dieselpunk Zombies. Last time I extolled the virtues of arbitrary word count goals. I wanted to update that with yet more graphs, because this is what happens when geeks can write. Here’s an update of the “words so far” graph with my target rate in red:
And here’s the “extrapolated completion date” graph:
And my personal nerd favorite, the “word count per day trend line” graph, built off a two-week running average of the daily word counts:
The point of all this is to push myself. Having demonstrated a number of times I can start, maintain, and finish a manuscript, I now need to prove to myself I can write novels on something closely resembling a schedule. Deadlines and I are hardly strangers–we’ve had drinks, gone home, fooled around a little, and the deadline was nice enough to call me a cab afterward–but that was day job writing. In the immortal words of Eliot from E.T., “This is reality, Greg.”
Of course any number of unexpected things could intervene: a hankering to write a short story for a call, for example. This is a self-imposed deadline, not a publisher breathing down my neck. But when that time does come, I’d like to have some practice.