Yesterday was a very rough day. I woke up with a migraine, which lasted all day, in spite of two doses of the magical, END OF ALL PAIN medication. I want my money back for those pills. ;-)
Unfortunately, I'm not one of those people who can drop everything and go back to bed when I get a migraine. There's simply too much that HAS to be done. So I function with the pain. A lot of pain.
The highlight of my day was talking to my CP. It was so good to hear her sound so happy. ;-)
Somehow, in spite of both the headache, and the medication, and a huge real life hassle, I made my goal. And the words are good words. Not flawless, but close to how I want that scene to feel in the final version.

As you can see on the progress meter, I'm almost right at the halfway point in Alpha now. Heartbreakingly close. In fact, if I'd realized I was so close last night, I probably would have written another couple of pages, just to hit that magical 50% milestone.
No, it's not real. The book won't wind up at exactly 115,000 words, and will probably be a bit longer. But few milestones are ever real. They're just an excuse to celebrate. To pat ourselves on the back for a lot of hard work, and frankly, we deserve it.
56,494 words is a lot of words. According to Word, it's:
- 198 pages
- 249,393 characters (with no spaces)
- 1,567 paragraphs
- 4,275 lines
Who, me? Obsessed with the numbers? Yeah. I am. So you should know that this is my 12th novel, and will be my 9th release. (Three are unpublished, four come out next year.)
My world is made up of words. Lots of words, which express thoughts and abstract concepts. Emotions, and opinions, and an entire spectrum of shades of gray. (Because in fiction, as in life, sometimes there is no "right" answer.) But nothing is ever concrete.
Reviews, least of all. Different people like different things. Passionately. Some people loved Faythe in the beginning, because she was realistically flawed. Some hated her, because she made mistakes. Some people like Marc because he's loyal, and protective, and strong, and others hate him (again, passionately) because he's possessive.
Some people use words to say exactly what they mean. Some just want to get a point across. And some are trying really, really hard to make someone happy without really saying anything at all.
Sometimes words have double meanings. They can sound kind or encouraging on the surface, but when wielded properly (or improperly, depending on your perspective), they're actually an insult. Or a taunt. Or a gloat.
My point is that in a career like mine, where so very many things are subjective, sometimes looking at numbers is a bit like taking a vacation. Numbers are concrete. Absolute (unless we're talking BookScan. Don't even get me started...). They provide a way for me to measure my time, and my progress, and my income, and my expenses, and my sales.
They're not based on opinions, they don't vary depending on who gives them to me, (Again, this does not hold true for Book Scan numbers.), and they aren't intended to change the way I write, promote, or think about things. They aren't trying to convince me, stop me, trick me, berate me, nag me, or even encourage me.
Number simply are. They exist. And on days when I can't find the right word no matter what I try, simply existing starts to sound really, really good... ;-)