So I just wrote like 2500 words and made up for all the days behind I was from not writing on election day or the day after election day.
I also broke 200 pages, and will be breaking 80000 words by the end of the week.
In standard novelly format, that's 363 pages.
I've been working out a lot of little plot holes that needed to be fixed when I got to a point later in the story where I realized I probably hadn't revealed quite enough early on for readers to think that I wasn't pulling a deus ex machina out of my ass. Which I wasn't; I just hate description and keep being afraid that I'm describing too much. It also means that I get to write a scene at a benefit gala at a museum.
It's funny, when they say "write what you know," just how much that can be true even if you write something fantastical. I've been able to use my knowledge of movies, of comics, of the plight of the newly-graduated liberal arts major, and now of chichi museum parties. Oh, and of really pretentious people.
And now I would like to know my bed. And some Nyquil.
I'm still sick, and it's not a fun kind of sick. I'm totally functional, other than the snot dripping from my nose, but it's triggered my cough something awful. I also definitely have an ear infection in my right ear. Also, and this is the weird thing, as I've never had this symptom before ever, MY TONGUE IS FUCKING KILLING ME. How weird is that? My tongue is really sore, so sore that I can only eat soft foods. If I try to eat anything hard, it absolutely kills, the way something hurts when you put pressure on a really bad bruise. I tried eating a cookie and it hurt like fuckall. :(
But I still kick all kinds of ass.