8011 words. I'm starting to believe I can actually do this.
Yesterday, I: went to the Shipbourne farmers' market, went swimming (300 metres), fed a friends' cats, had lunch with my sister, went to the farm, swept the stable yard, put the beds down for the horses, brought Honey in, groomed and fed her, washed Alison's car, took it to the garage and vaccuumed the inside a bit, went grocery shopping in Sainsbury's, went home, unpacked the shopping, cleared out the car boot, tidied the living room, washed and dried one load of laundry, packed for Novacon, cooked and ate dinner, wrote 2000 words of novel, had a bath and went to bed.
I haven't written anything yet today, but I will scribble on the train to Wolverhampton, and I know I'll have time to catch up over the weekend. It's becoming a habit to sit on the bed with the laptop and trundle out 2000 words. Half the time I don't know what will come out; I'm really flying completely blind. But my characters know what they are seeing and doing, and they haven't failed me yet. Yay Jess and Lucy! Oh, and Tony pointed out last night that I am writing a science fiction novel. I hadn't actually noticed. Perhaps I should pay a bit more attention to the programming at Novacon than I was planning to :)