Joyce indicated assent without even raising his head to look at his friend. 'Of course it was the work; isn’t it always?'From Stephen King's On Writing.
'How many words did you get today?' the friend pursued.
Joyce (still in despair, still sprawled facedown on his desk): 'Seven.'
'Seven? But James… that’s good, at least for you.'
Yes,' Joyce said, finally looking up. 'I suppose it is… but I don’t know what order they go in!”
Days 34 and 35 were Joyce days: words were written, but the author is unsure of the order in which they go. Perhaps today I can make heads or tails out of it . . .
Our tallies, unchanged:
Words needed: approx. 100,000
Words written, to date: 36,653