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Hey, come back to me

I haven’t posted a bonus blog in a while, so I thought I would today. I’ve been writing like ten pages in Eugenia a day, and I want a bit of a break before I go back to that. I’ll probably only write 7 pages today.

I’m very excited to announce that Eugenia is now 37,405 words, which is really awesome for a couple reasons.

Reason one, my books words counts have been thus so far: Addicted, 39,898; Ash, 31,686; Reticence, 38,390; The Secret Wife, 40,479. So it’s already longer than Ash, 985 words off of Reticence, 2,493 words off of Addicted, and 3,074 off of The Secret Wife.

Reason two, my goal word count has been 50,000 ever since my 10th grade English teacher and writing mentor told me that 50,000 words was a good number to aim for if you want your book to be a BOOK and not a novella or something. It’s too long to be a novella, so it counts as a novel. And in approximately 12, 595 words, which is about 4 days worth of writing, I’m going to finally achieve that goal.

Reason three, my book is probably going to surpass the 50,000 word limit, because I still have a good amount of outline to incorporate, and there are apparently holes in my outline that I’ve filled in with other scenes and events. I love it when a book starts writing itself.

The other thing I want to talk about is the cute barista. If you follow me on Twitter, you know that I tweet about him often. His name is Jamie, he works at Borders, he knows my name, and he is CUTE. And recently, I started noticing something.

I’m not usually shy around guys. I’m not one of those people who trips over words and babbles incoherently around the opposite (or same, whatevs) sex. Even if I find someone attractive, I’m not awkward. I treat them exactly the same as everyone else.

But not with Jamie. With Jamie, my smile trembles, my words blur together because I forget what I’m trying to say, and I get nervous at the prospect of talking to him. This is really really weird for me.

I don’t think I have much else to talk about. My car got a flat tire today, so that means that in the past three weeks, it has been in the shop three times. The two other times were for my split radiator and the grating noise. AWESOME. I LOVE not driving. (not)

What's up, my dudes?

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