I've written 20,000-words of my WIP... Don't start, Toady... It means Work in Progress because I'm working on it. The Skulls Beneath Eternity Wharf is two-eighths of the way through. How did it happen, that's what I want to know?
Oh you're thinking, duh... You wrote it doughball! Well, yes I did, but here's the thing - I wrote it in 17 days! Now, my previous calculations have clearly stated that it takes me four months to write a book of around 80,000-words. There must be something wrong with my abacus, that's all I can say!
I can think of a few things! Some of the more printable ones would be 1) Go on a Caribbean cruise; 2) Join an archealogical dig looking for proof that we're the progeny of aliens - well, me anyway; 3) Go on a bender in Salisbury and have a pint in each pub - there's quite a few pubs in the town centre from what I recall when I was doing my geriatric nursing at Odstock Geriatric Unit.
Okay, let's calm down, and stop that canoodling in the back row you two. We can be rational! There might be other explanations, such as my abacus may be knackered - Yeah, that's a technical term, Toady. The word-count thingy in the wordprocessor could be having a laugh at my expense. Oh, I'm sure there are lots of other explanations for the extraordinary situation that has presented itself, so don't go getting your hopes up, let's see what happens. If I've written 40,000-words by the end of March, then E might very well equal MC2!