Just did a word count.

94,854

I don’t think there’s any way I can not finish it now, and the scary part is that I feel like there so much left to write. So, that could double.

In the second draft, I will be making cuts, though right now I can’t imagine where. But it needs to be lean and mean. The thing is, I think that what I have so far moves at a good pace, not too fast, not too slow. I don’t know.

I still kinda don’t know what I’m doing. But it’s exciting.

I wrote for five hours this morning, put down seven brand new pages. It went quickly, probably because it was stuff that’s been sitting in my head for months. I think this particular chapter is going to get done pretty fast. I am enjoying writing it. It’s fun to write about having a sister. I don’t have one myself, so I get to write about one who is totally imagined. I gave her the name of a girl I knew in high school, a girl who was very self-assured and brilliant and funny and beautiful. I both admired and feared her. Plus she had an unusual name: Regan.