Metrics and the Wall

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The Wall first -- and no, I'm not talking Pink Floyd (but does that date me, though?)

The Wall is the thing someone hits when they want to keep writing, because they know what has to happen next and have the scene clear in their heads, but are just too tired to keep going.

My Wall is a lovely thing of old-world red brick and crumbling mortar and one day I will run into it so hard that it will collapse right on top, but thankfully, the thing is holding pretty firm.  It's also leaving me a bit beaten up and bloody, kind of like the time I literally did run into a brick wall.  Incidentally, I don't recommend it.  Everything goes black for an instant, and you wake up on your ass wondering what the hell just happened.

Anyway, I know what needs to be written next, I have the scene clear and crisp in my head, but I'm dropping off faster than a sugar junkie who's run out of Halloween candy, desperate enough to try sucking pebbles for energy (only, it doesn't work.  I tried).  I did do the smart thing and write out the rest of it in sketch/bullet-point form, so I won't lose it tomorrow when I get back to writing tomorrow.

Anyway, today's word count before the willy-nilly slapstick run into the Wall: 4,500-and-change. 

I hoped to hit the 5,000 barrier, but, yeah, I am using up some of those extra 500 words to write this post instead. 

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Sadly, if I took a vacation, I probably wouldn't know what to do with myself and would default to writing!