Well, I fell way behind again, but I went from being 8k behind to 3k behind today alone. I found my timer, and I've started running my own sprints. Surprising how well the timer helps me write! I wrote 4138 words today, bringing me to 27031. If I have another day like today, I'll be almost caught up tomorrow. If I do it again the next day, I'll be caught up. I just need to keep up the pace. And I'm totally motivated to. I'm going to win this year, and I'm going to do it gloriously! Here is an excerpt. Warning, it may be a little spoilery, which is hard to avoid at this point, since I've been really advancing the plot.
James walked out of the room and returned to his computer. Patrick watched him walk away before sliding to the ground, pressing his fists to his eyes. First his mother, then Harry, and now Evelyn. Was he destined to lose everyone he cared about to Mickey Fitzgerald? He could feel his chest tightening. It was becoming harder to breathe. Gasping for breath, Patrick looked around the room, his eyes landing on his lamp. He stood up, stalking to the lamp on the side table by his bed. He picked it up, ripping the cord from the wall, and threw it against the wall. It made a very satisfying crash into the wall. He felt slightly better, so he looked around again for something to throw, picking up the nearest object and throwing it against the wall. And another, and another, and another, until he curled up in a ball on the floor and wept for the first time since his mother’s funeral.
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