Fast Fiction

This morning was Downtown Day. We met up at Philippe’s down on Alameda and Ord.

If you live in LA (hell, even if you just visit here) you should probably go there at least once. I got a turkey dip, some apple pie and a nine cent cup of coffee. All good things. I didn’t each much of the sandwich, but my problem yesterday was that I didn’t have anything to eat all day, not until I got to Pasadena, and I do believe that Chris Baty is right to stress in his book that breakfast is a writer’s most important meal.

time..running tally..words…words/minute
12:00…..26,854…..739…..49.27
12:15…..27,069…..215…..14.33
12:45…..27,366…..297…..19.80
13:00…..27,885…..519…..34.60
13:15…..28,138…..253…..16.87
13:30…..28,587…..449…..29.93
13:45…..28,753…..166…..11.07
14:00…..28,963…..210…..14.00
14:15…..29,708…..745…..49.67
14:30…..30,356…..648…..43.20
14:45…..30,596…..240…..16.00
15:00…..31,161…..565…..37.67

It’s another 5K so I’m that much closer to the goal. Of course I still need another 19K and the trick is to figure out how to do that in the next nine days. I think I can do 5K on each day next weekend - so that leaves 9K left unattributed to any particular session. I’m planning to write on Wednesday afternoon/night. Then a couple of days of family goodness (menu to come). I suppose the rest will have to be done in the evenings as best I can manage. I hope I can figure how to bring my story to a close. I actually hadn’t really consider that before this moment.