1,014 words today in the novel. Paired up with my sweetheart, who's also working on a writing project. We did 100-word "heats" of a few minutes each, with little breaks in between. The time went really quickly. 100 words at a time means you often break off in the middles of sentences, so you're itching to get back and finish the thought. Thank you to Hal Duncan for the inspiration to try it that way. Here are some of today's words, unedited:
Dusting! She hated dusting. What these rasscloth people had her dusting for? She’d told them, she should be in the kitchen cooking. Could make a jackass corn sweet biscuit that would get your mouth springing water. Could cook up a ackee and saltfish come Sunday morning; ackee so soft and nice it would melt in your mouth. Saltfish with little bit of scotch bonnet pepper, so fine you would be glad to still be picking it out of your teeth hours later, just so you could keep that taste in your mouth.
But no; she must dust.