Yes, it’s Monday. Yes, I’m posting my word count early.
And why am I so excited about my word count for the week?
‘Cause with those 2,515 words, I finished my novel!!!
I love the excitement, the energy I feel when writing the final chapters.
Muse is like a roller coaster car that has just cranked it’s way to the top of the biggest hill and is suddenly on free fall, the wheels not even touching the tracks.
Such a rush!
I predict I’ll be finished with this baby before the end of next week.
How was your week?
My WIP is different than any other story I’ve written.
The main conflict is not good guy vs bad guy. It’s the good guy vs. . . herself.
I like the story. I like the characters. And I think the whole thing is worth telling . . . but probably, most definitely, not the way I’m doing it.
When I started writing during NaNoWriMo I was dealing with the internal struggles quite well, but now that I’m close to finishing the whole plot has just gotten . . . blah, and the conflict has basically turned into “what fuckin’ conflict?”.
So what do you do when you’re 2/3 finished with your WIP and suddenly realize it has one big flaw that will mean major rewriting. . .
You keep writing.
You write until it’s finished because you can’t edit a story that’s still in your head.
So the parents are in town this week, hence the low count. Their arrival both excited and filled me with dread.
A break in writing – in worrying about word count, in trying to figure out how in the hell to steer these characters toward the end of the book when all they wanted to do is screw around (not literally, lol), dragging out the already too long middle – sounded absolutely wonderful.
But the stupid little voice in my head – which some days I’d like to stab with a pointy object – said what if this break made the block I thought was gone but really was like, “Haha, maybe I am, maybe I’m not. Let’s play it day by day, shall we?” come back in full force? What if I came back to writing after the parents left and have to struggle just to write 100 words let alone 1,000?
In the end, I was like…
I may regret my cavalier attitude come Tuesday. May regret not employing “novel engagement” and writing twenty minutes each day. But in the mean time, I’m enjoying spending time with my parents…
… and picturing that stupid little voice bound and gagged.
How was your week?