Day Ten, Word Count: 25,000

So, we're halfway there. And yes, I'm also still livin' on a prayer. I don't make that reference in any type of ironic way either. I'm really lame enough to not be able to write this post without including that in there at some point, so I thought I'd get it out of the way up front and let the chips fall where they may. I haven't had dinner yet, so I hope they're Pringles. I obviously wrote with the intention of hitting at least 3,000 words so I could hit the halfway point. The fact that it ended up, again, at a perfectly round number was simple luck. I try to write a chapter a day, and since I don't know the rules of novel writing, I try to land my chapters somewhere around 2,000 words. If they go longer or shorter, I don't really care, but it's nice to have intentions in mind.

It might have been vain to think I could blog about this process every day. Really, nothing happens. I sit down, turn on music and write. Then I sit down, turn on music, and write about how I wrote. When you hit day eight, you stop thinking of witty things to talk about. And then you write about how you stop thinking of witty things, and you question if it was stupid to think any of your thoughts were witty in the first place. The way my mind works is no fun sometimes.

Anyway, off to dinner finally. Here's the Most Ridiculous Line Thus Far - As they spread out in search for Keating, each of the main characters was secretly thankful they had brought along a minor character—a nameless character, at that—so none of them would be the first taken, should something sinister be dwelling in these woods. Knox was given the joyful task of splitting off with him.