That meant I would need to start another book the next time I wrote. I had planned to take today off and not write until the weekend, but overnight, my slightly sleep deprived mind, which refused to let me rest reached its own decision, and as a result the addiction kicked in and I started another work in progress today. This one is again a sequel to one I finished earlier in the challenge, so at the moment I have four potential sequels, two third books of trilogies, three brand new ideas (with about 3,000 words written on each) and a couple of other books started some time ago. All of these are waiting to be written, once I’ve done with this one.
I’ve done 3,331 words today, on a day I’d scheduled as a rest day. That’s patently ridiculous, and I can see this challenge ceasing to be a contest of me versus the world, and simply becoming a way of life – anyone want to give odds on a twelve million word decade? Quite honestly at this moment, either I can do something that daft, or someone will shoot my muse – probably me. I ask you though, would that be a crime?