It’s possible that you, my loyal readers, may have wondered what happened to me yesterday after my triumphant review of The History of Love. You may have suffered a brief panic attack or heart palpitations, or something like that, when you realized that THE ENTIRE DAY had passed without as much as a 100 word snarky comment about anything.
I know I did. My heart palpitations were the result of my remembering at 10:45 that I was scheduled to work at 11 am. I was en route to a great little bagel place that happened to be sort of on the way to work. Luckily, Camille was with me and she played courier for my unprepared self for the next hour or so.
So, I worked from 11-6. And then I swam a beastly 1,450 yards. The whole while thinking about what a momentous day November 15th was supposed to be.
Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to announce that on November 15th, 2011 that I accomplished to major milestones. And I’m so excited to tell you about them I don’t know in which order to type them up. I guess in the order they happened will suffice.
On November 15th, 2011 at approximately 9 pm I finished Anna Karenina, the Russian behemoth that has plagued my existence since June.
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On November 15th, 2001 at approximately 11:20 pm I hit and passed the goal of 25,000 words.
My official word count at the time of writing this post is 25,177 words. Yes, all about the same story. Now, I only have 25,000 words to go. And at this point I’ve made up all the words I was behind on… so I can take a slightly more relaxed pace dropping from 3-4,000 words a day to the much more pleasurable 2,200.
And now it is 11:40 and my eyelids are quite droopy. So, I will bid you goodnight. (Chalk it up to eccentricity, since you’ll probably read this sometime midmorning on Wednesday the 16th).
