June 21st, 2020 – 634 – Day ninety-seven

I hate this book. I would like to think that the reason I have raised my daily output by 20% is more me getting faster at writing and not because of some affinity to this wretched thing. The scene today totalled 1,400 words, and it is no understatement to say it may be the most horrific thing I’ve ever written. Not from a quality point of view, I feel it came out ‘rather well’, but reading it back, I feel kinda sick that I wrote that. Only gets worse from here on out.

Think I’m going to go find some funny videos and try and blank out the memory for a while. The one saving grace is I am on a current average of 5,000 words every 4 days, which means a 70 day window isn’t out of the question. To be blunt I still am tempted to marathon it in 3,000-word days and be shot of it in under a month, but I’d only make myself ill. And again, I am so done for the day. Shame it’s a work night or I’d go black it out by any means necessary. By which I mean whiskey as that’s all I have right now…