In one hundred hours, I have to turn in the first draft of Extras. In the unlikely event that this fact slips my mind, this piece of paper on my wall will remind me:
Note the word counts scrawled (by a madman, apparently) at the bottom of every day. As you can see, Extras has already surpassed Pretties (81,250 words) and Specials (77,500 words) in length. It may even reach the brick-like thickness of Uglies (87,625)!
But things are getting tight on the time front. For this reason, I have taken to writing in strange new environments. Including this hotel room:
Clockwise from far right: me, Lauren McLaughlin, Maureen Johnson, and John Green. Justine is being the hovercam.
Why this hotel? Well, a small collective of us have been writing together, I found a random deal on a suite, and decided that a new spot might be stimulating. The views were cool.
John Green, who makes a video for his brother every other day, documented the event. You can watch that here. It shows you exactly what a writer’s life is like. (No, really.)
For more evidence of my deadline insanity, here’s Maureen’s interview with me while I’m trying to write.
I think I’m the only one still writing. The others just blog about writing. It’s all very self-referential.
If you’ve written me fanmail in the last few months, this approaching deadline is why you haven’t heard anything. I’m sorry!
In 100 hours I will be free . . .