It’s been an eventful first day of the binge. To start with. last night we had a kick-off dinner, with bubbly to celebrate my grant, and my progress so far on The Last Black Swan. Shortly after midnight I went to bed – staying over at Angie and Gordon’s in their guest room – and a few hours later, Gordon, making a 3 a.m. fridge raid, stepped on the cat at the top of the stairs and took a header straight to the bottom. His head hit the stained-glass window in the front door. Angie woke up, and there was panic and yelling and swearing and a trip to the local hospital, where Gordon got four stitches. Both I and their daughter Cassidy slept blissfully through the whole thing. Gordon now has a spectacular head wound – though no concussion or other serious injury – and a story which is already acquiring humourous addenda.
In spite of all this excitement and stress, and being in charge of lunch cleanup and supper preparation, I managed to get 6,000 words written today. I’m quite surprised because I didn’t seem to be going that fast. Angie often says that the sound of my slow pecking away encourages her. If I, writing at a speed that would leave any serious typist rolling with laughter, can make multi-thousand-word progress on a story, then she can, too. At least, she can on a day that doesn’t involve having to take her best beloved to the hospital to be stitched up and have X-rays.
So now to bed. Tomorrow I have no meals to do, so that will be my workhorse day. Aiming for another 6,000 words at least. The binge rules!