OK, how is everyone going?
I still have about 500 words to write today but I realize I’m going to pick up kids from school soon followed by a big driveathon as I get everybody to where they need to be. (My daughter is in a school musical tonight.)
So I thought I’d blog now.
It’s been tough getting those words down. But I have to tell you this public word count is actually making me do it. Last night I crawled into bed and had to finish my last 300 through eye watering yawns because I knew I had pledged myself to tell you.
So thank you.
And frankly this choice of 2000 words a day, double my usual word count when I’m writing a novel, is kicking my behind. This blog was actually inspired by a tweet Joanne Harris wrote a couple of months ago about having written 8000 words one day. And as I told her, if she wasn’t so funny I’d have unfollowed her in a fit of pique. But it got me thinking. Was I being a wee bit too soft on myself?
So I’ve pushed.
And it’s good. All good. Well not the words actually but the daily push. The words are pretty crap frankly but I’m finding, as I do with every book, that it is only in the writing that the book will get written. Which sounds so glaringly obvious. But even after three books I still harbor in me this idea that I can plan out my book and when I start writing it will just flow perfectly formed onto the page and voila, when I hit 80,000 I’ll have a novel.
Ha ha ha ha!
No, I’ve written what about 10,000 this week, sixty, seventy perhaps, percent of which will never see the light of day. Probably won’t even be transcribed into my computer (I’m writing long hand) .
Because as I go along and do my research at the same time I realize, Well actually my character wouldn’t have that object. And gosh this little alley I’ve just turned down is much more interesting. And really, her mother is this kind of character not the one I just spent a whole day fleshing out….
What about you? How are you coming along?
Meet you same time, next week. Happy writing.
photo by Andrew Pescod (flickr)