I've been through my revision of the early chapters of CROMOZONE now. Those first seventy pages have swollen by four. Some parts were cut, but clearly more was expanded. Sometimes I find that scenes that play out well in my head were too compressed in the writing. They need to be allowed to breathe more freely if the reader is to move into them.
Actually I'm not looking for excuses. The writing's going well and I'm less obsessed with the daily wordcount than I used to be. I'm still pleased to come away with a 1000 words but don't feel bad if there's less. I used to rev up to the occasional 10,000 word stints. Now I know that more often means rubbish. It's a while since I've played solitaire (called patience in England). That was an old trick , knowing that the minimum I had to do was stay seated at my desk for some hours, I'd play hand after hand. When one came out I reckoned the muse was flowing, put away the cards, and started writing.