Ten days. I've worked on this book for ten days straight. Which is all Huzzah and Hurray for me. I wrote every day but one and that day I deleted part of a scene that was bothering me.
In those ten days, I added 12143 words. (12693 written, 550 deleted.) Last night was my best night with 1928 words laid down. And with those words, I rolled the book to over 20K words.
Right now, this morning - having gotten out of bed at roughly 3:30 again - I'm not sure if anything I wrote last night is any good. And right now, I don't care. If I still don't like it after I write THE END, I'll fix it in edits. The point right now is to get the story out. Blast through it all like blowing a hole through a mountain. I'll clean up the rubble once I can walk out the other side.
I had a bunch of thoughts about the book as I lay not sleeping. Some of them are still there this morning and I wrote those down. I think I know who did it. And why. Now to get from here to there in another roughly 30K words.
I need a shower today. And a boatload more coffee.