My plans for the half-term went pretty well. Although not up to the 10k-a-day writing extravaganza described in my last blog post (for which I should probably be thankful, quality-wise), I did manage to produce four and half chapters over the week, coming it at a little over nine thousand words total.
Considering a good week is normally when I manage to complete one chapter, I do feel like I achieved something.
Compare it to this past week, now back at work. I've just managed to complete Chapter 15. Yes, back to just the one chapter. *sigh* It's a bit of a talky chapter too, so it might have to be heavily edited once I read it in the context of the whole novel but for now, I'm just trying to get the story down.
It was good - if slightly exhausting - to write so much during the half-term week. Now that I've returned to work, and my output has shrunk back down to only a few hundred words a day, I'm really missing that sense of accomplishment which came with completing a chapter within a day or two.
Is it bad that I'm already counting down to the Easter holidays? Five weeks to go...