I'm ending up down to the wire on this. I promised myself 70,000 words, one round of editing, and a whole-draft revision in one month.
I need more discipline. I have spent two days now trying to skim -- not read, but skim -- my way through the story to find all the notes for elaboration or insertion and get them worked out. Instead, I find one, work on it, and proceed to edit and rewrite around it rather than move on.
Thus I have a first draft that is roughly complete, but has gotten its first round of editing in chunks. Not sensible.
To be fair to myself, there have been an unanticipated abundance of interruptions.But then, isn't that one of life's most important and ironic lessons -- always plan for the unexpected.
I did better tonight, but am still only about one-third through the story. Tomorrow I will leave home, leave cats and people who distract me, and hole up to get this done. I must be able to say, truthfully, that I achieved my goal.
I am over the 70k goal, so I won't bother with word counts until I have the draft complete.