so, the little progress bar on the left very cheerily tells me I have 8% of this book left to finish.

Ha ha ha. By my estimation, I am at least 50 pages away from the end of the book. And that doesn’t even begin to consider the countless chapters that need to be shored up, the more countless chapters that need to be condensed, and the countless revisions I need to do to make motivations consistent. The closer I get to the end of the book, the more I feel like I’m playing whack-a-mole. And it becomes increasingly likely that I will feel like the mole.

What’s the biggest lie your pagemeter, or your wordmeter, or–for the sake of not excluding any other meters out there, your pedometer–has ever told you? Or what’s the biggest lie that you have ever told it?

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