Had one of the worst months of my life. I managed not to kill myself, and that is really the only thing I accomplished. Living doesn’t count as an accomplishment, but I fail at everything else and mostly at living too.
70,000 for the month, 357,000 for the year, so I’m almost on track. Edited 5 novels, which should count for something. Started publishing and have already failed to attract anyone’s interest.
Only got 20,000 words for the month, which I’m telling myself isn’t bad considering I was out of town for 2.5 weeks and work went crazy. In better news, I finally (on the 3rd attempt) got a good editor, so I finished editing my series. The first novel and the two novellas will be self-published next month, as soon as I get the formatting figured out. For the moment, I’m trying to be positive about my chances of having more than 5 people buy the damn thing.
75,000 words for the month, making 266,000 for the year. I finished the revisions from March, plus the book for April, and started into the May revisions.
A day late on the progress report, but here it is:
51,000 for the month, 191,000 for the year. I finished revising the book I didn’t finish last month, as well as another this month.
In other news, I hope to start publishing in May or June, assuming my second editor works better than the first.