I am currently writing chapter thirteen of Blood Bound, which means I am definitely near the end - outline is for sixteen or seventeen chapters. My current word count (as of writing this entry) is about 55500 words, and should increase more before I head off to Greek Society lecture in just under an hour.
The not-odd thing is that I am sitting in one of the university's computer labs, writing away. The odd-thing is that the scene I am writing? Let's just say Daniel's hand is wandering. Up.
Cue freakout.
I am still keeping up with my "800 words a day" commitment - right now I have written just under 400, and it's just gone three in the afternoon. I want to be finished with my first draft by the end of the month so
I really would like to see Blood Bound in print. I really really would like to be able to make a career out of writing.
And as a bonus: Trying To Communicate, by


