1) 1,666 words is actually not that bad, in terms of how much time it takes. For some reason, I thought it was going to take me five hours or something. I guess I’ve become a fairly speedy typist in my old age which, considering how much I do it, is probably a super obvious thing to observe. But I had 1000 words done before breakfast, and I squeezed the rest in here and there as I could (my son has no school today; this will only get easier… until the weekend).
2) This is definitely going to help. I can tell already. There are choices I make, all day long, many of them involving the question, “So! What shall I do next?” I won’t pretend I always make the most productive choice. Knowing that there’s a writing goal hanging over my head, however, weights the choice in favour of writing, and that’s going to help loads. Also, staying off of Goodreads, ha ha.
3) Of course, when word count is your measure of success, the temptation is strong to be exceedingly prolix. Must… fight… temptation…! Nobody cares what our heroine is having for breakfast (except me! *sob!*)
4) The best news of all: stuff is happening in the book! Good stuff! I likes it!