Yesterday I added three thousand words to Happy Secret! I only need-need two thousand more and I'm also within a few scenes of the end, so I suspect it will end up coming together with me hitting the minimum as I get to the end of the story. (This is so common for me ... I assume it's psychological, something deep in my brain paces myself to meet a minimum in a way I would never ever be able to consciously manage.)
Several big chunks turned out to be written in a very nineteenth-century style, so quite a lot of the work was rewriting them to not sound like ... that. I really wish it were not my default. It always means rewriting paragraphs from scratch rather than tweaking because it's like the entire way I structure and combine sentences is daffy. it's deeper than style, it's something to do with the coding of my brain. Why why why?
Several big chunks turned out to be written in a very nineteenth-century style, so quite a lot of the work was rewriting them to not sound like ... that. I really wish it were not my default. It always means rewriting paragraphs from scratch rather than tweaking because it's like the entire way I structure and combine sentences is daffy. it's deeper than style, it's something to do with the coding of my brain. Why why why?