Today, I got the bright idea to write outside. It was a nice, sunny day, so it seemed like a good thing to do. Ah, but it backfired. It was such a relaxing day that I found myself relaxing more than writing half the time. Still got a solid 1,600 words out of it. Unfortunately, I still have at least another two thousand to go.
Aw, crap. It never seems like I'm getting enough words written in the day.
No Tomorrow is covering just a week of story time right now. That is, in the universe of the story, only a week has gone by since the first page. I don't have a specific time scale in mind. It could be a month, a year, a decade. Still, I'm well over a hundred pages into it. I would have thought that more time would have gone by. Joke's on me, I guess.
The word count I'm aiming for is still a hundred thousand words, but that I've covered just a week of story time, I think I might have to add another fifty thousand on top of that. That's nothing set in stone. It's just a possibility at the moment.
On top of everything, I'm going back to my day job of tutoring tomorrow, which, of course, means I've got a few hours less each day for writing. Having the whole summer to myself was nice while it lasted. This was really why I wanted to get the first draft done by the end of July, so that I wouldn't have to worry about it alongside getting my tutoring work done.
But hey, shit happens, you know?