3122, to be exact.
To some of my writer friends, that's a pitiful number. They eat that for breakfast. They do that many words in an hour, when they're still asleep.
For me, it's a triumph. I write so damn slowly, that's why. In a good week, I average about 4000 words. In a bad one, I average 0.
This week I've written over 7000 words.
The best part of this little triumph is that I've now finished writing Part 2 of The Terrapin's Trail. Considering Part 3 is already partially written, I'm THIS close to getting to the end. I'm already itching for the rewrite, so I can't wait.
I love it when I can't wait to get to work. It's a great feeling. Whatever is clogging is finally free and loose, and it feels great (sorry for the constipation analogy... it's only natural).
I'm still far short of my 500-words-a-day goal, but I'm only happy to get the first draft done by my birthday. And it seems like I may very well accomplish that goal.
What a great feeling.