I've had a fairly productive weekend this week. Today I woke up early (for a Sunday) and constructed myself one of the greatest breakfasts ever fried. This triumph of pork and grease gave me the strength to write over 2000 words and get fairly lost in some local woods. I took a break from writing this afternoon to go for a walk with my mum. We walked to the evocatively named "Druid's alter rock" a rocky outcrop with some impressive views of the valley. Although we didn't spend much time on the rock as the wind was becoming increasingly aggressive and neither of us felt like a broken neck. To escape the wind we cut through some woods hoping to find the path to the river, but we got lost and ended up going back the way we came, still it was a good walk. On the way back we walked past a local antiques shop called Curio Cottage, a tiny building overflowing with strange old things that feels like it should be run by a kindly, magical shopkeeper in a CBBC TV show.
This week I've met my target and written 10,048 words. This means that the novel is the longest single piece of writing I've done. It's closest competitors are two reports I wrote for my Post Graduate Certificate in Education Studies and my B.Sc project on "Laser trapping and cooling, featuring atomic hose-pipes" which despite (or because of?) having a title like a hip-hop collaboration, was the most successful part of my Physics Degree. 10,048 words is 13.4% of my arbitrary target word count of 75,000 so while I've got a fair way to go I feel I'm on track. Next week's target is 15,000 come back then to see if I've made it.
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