So, when I started my time off to write, I was at 28,316 words.
When I got home from Georgian Bay, I was at 38,973.
That makes about 10,000 words over 3 days, which I am pretty okay with. It’s not GREAT, by any extent, but my partner and I did other stuff besides just writing (we went on a hike and/or run every day, most of which were 3-4 hour excursions).
It also means that in a vacuum, I could crank out one novel length first draft in a month. Which is actually more-or-less perfect.
So still about 30,000 words to go on this story, I expect, but that’s okay. I’ll still have time before and after work, and I still have today and tomorrow before I officially return to my 2nd, paying, job, so I can probably crank out another 10,000 or so in the comfort of my own home.
I’m grateful that I live with a partner that is so supportive, and that I live in a time where all of this is possible. But man, it’s hard to be excited to go back to my 2nd job after being so totally immersed in writing for most of a week…