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Weekly writing stats for May 23-29

Hey everyone! It was a quiet writing week for me this week. I'm starting to get back into my writing groove so I'm trying to accept the slow progress as long as I'm making SOME progress. I'm also trying to limit myself to only 1 (guilt free) non-writing day.

Okay. Here is what I did this week:

Monday: +192 words to my Haunted Hotel project.

Tuesday: +82 words to the Haunted Hotel project. This means that the handwritten draft of Chapter 1 is done. Chapter 1 word count is 1,201 words.

Wednesday: no writing progress.

Thursday: Typed up the handwritten chapter 1 for the Haunted House project. Official word count is 2,180 words.

Friday: +57 words to Haunted Hotel project. Started chapter 2.

Saturday: This was a bad day for me anxiety wise but I went ahead and wrote some mission statements for my projects. This listed out what I wanted my readers to get out of my writing aside from just a good story.

Sunday: No active writing today, but I did a lot of character development. I have a bad habit of not developing my characters enough and then they turn out flat. So I sat down and did some character development for the main characters in both my stories.

Official word counts:

Haunted House: 2180 words (typed)

Haunted Hotel: 1258 words (handwritten)

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