This story tells of a novelist who's going to be writing a "daily novel" for the Scotsman five days a week for six months, which considering word-count worries like yours seems a somewhat alarming task to undertake. Only eight hundred and fifty words per installment, which is quite a lot less than NaNoWriMoers are having to average, but his installments will be being published pretty much as soon as he's written them, so a lot less room for mistakes and heading off in later-abandoned directions, as well.
On the other hand, he has started already, and the installments don't actually start running until January. But still, I have visions of him getting three months in and realising he has nothing else to write, but a deadline to meet, and resorting to eight-hundred and fifty words of "He opened the door. It was a tall door, and made of wood. There was a door handle in it, and as he touched the door handle he looked at the door, which was tall and made of wood and had a door handle in it. The thing he was touching the door handle with was his hand. His hand was not tall, unlike the door, and nor was it made of wood, also unlike the door, but it did, at the moment, have a door handle in it, which was not unlike the door but rather like the door, which was tall and made of wood and had a door handle in it. The door handle was in his hand. He turned it."
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Date: 2003-11-29 02:10 pm (UTC)On the other hand, he has started already, and the installments don't actually start running until January. But still, I have visions of him getting three months in and realising he has nothing else to write, but a deadline to meet, and resorting to eight-hundred and fifty words of "He opened the door. It was a tall door, and made of wood. There was a door handle in it, and as he touched the door handle he looked at the door, which was tall and made of wood and had a door handle in it. The thing he was touching the door handle with was his hand. His hand was not tall, unlike the door, and nor was it made of wood, also unlike the door, but it did, at the moment, have a door handle in it, which was not unlike the door but rather like the door, which was tall and made of wood and had a door handle in it. The door handle was in his hand. He turned it."