Tuesday, 13 November 2012

(Day 116) Seoul Nambu Correctional Facility-day 21 D-135

sit-ups push-ups chair-lifts
50 x 0 50 x 0 40 x 0
Breakfast, lunch & dinner = November 6

That didn't take long. I've already finished one book out of 11. I'm a 10,000 words per hour reading machine, minus some time to eat and wash clothes. The book itself was about how to be a writer. It basically told me to do exactly what I've been doing for the last 100 days and keep doing it-- get up and force yourself to write for an hour a day, even if you think you have nothing to write about. The pure physical act of writing makes you a writer. Not getting published or any malarkey like getting paid, but the act itself. Utter rubbish I say... What's the point of doing anything if you don't get paid? Just for the fun of it? For some personal satisfaction? Pure rubbish. I need to go pay for that house in the Hamptons-- finish writing the next great American novel (written by Canadian naturally).

I figured out I'm 10,000 words behind schedule. This is supposed to be “write a novel” month, which means I should have written 70,000 words by the end of November. In 2 days, halfway through the month, I should have completed half the book or 35,000 words. By my estimate, I've only got 20,100 words, so I have to write nearly 15,000 words in two days. That's 50 pages. I wrote 10 today. It took 3 hours or one hour per 1000 words. I'm going to have to write a lot faster in the next two days...

Now that I have books to read and write just the day just flew by.