And lo, from the distance roes a great lamentation, and all who heard it did despair. The deathmarch had come upon them.

My first draft of The Bone Palace is due November 15th. My Adorable Editor has indicated that I can probably have a little more time if I need it, but I don't want to blow my first deadline any more than I have to. And so begins a deathmarch, and public accountability.

My goals for the next week are:

Today - 2,000 words
Monday - 500 words (I'm going climbing after work, because climbing keeps me from becoming a large and moving torb)
Tuesday - 2,000 words
Wednesday - 2,000 words (I will not be climbing on Wednesday unless I have my 2k beforehand)
Thursday - 1,500 words
Friday - 500 (more climbing, unless I'm behind)
Saturday - 0 (I'm kayaking in the morning and closing at work, and even deathmarchers need a day off)
Sunday - 1500 words

That has me writing 10,000 words by the end of Sunday, and hopefully finding most of the end. Since this is the zero draft, I'm allowing myself as many [transition]s and [description]s as I need. I may also be spamming LJ, Facebook, and Twitter as I try to cling to sanity.

And now my tea is ready, and so we begin.

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Oh, and happy birthday arcaedia and retrobabble!