I had to stop thinking in terms of whether I would meat the daily goal of 1,667 words in order to be on track. It was driving me nuts and making me check my word count after every couple of paragraphs. I can’t take the pressure, hehe.
No, what works for me is to just ensure that I write *something* on the story every day. It’s important to keep up interest in the story, and just write until I’m spent. Sometimes this means a 2000 word day, sometimes just a few hundred, and that’s perfectly okay. I work full-time and now that my week of furlough is over, I can only write in the evenings and on weekends – which is also the time I have to do, you know, life stuff. So I’m just fitting it in when I can. To me, that relieves some of that ‘Gotta get to ____ words’ pressure.
Last night, I crossed the 20,000 word mark. It was the most amazing feeling I’ve ever gotten while writing. Like I had actually accomplished something. I’ve been writing off and on most of my life, but never this much on one story – I never thought I could. I tell great short stories, but have never been able to sustain a story this long. And the COOL thing is, I’m only on Chapter 7! I’ve got this sucker mapped out til the end which is also something I’ve never done before.
Yep, there are parts of what I’ve written that I think are pretty crap. I mean, probably quite cringe-worthy and I’m still trying to locate the right narrative voice, but that’s ok! It will all shake out in the editing next month! For now, the plan is just to get this story out of my head and big huge thank you to NaNoWriMo for being so supportive to the thousands of writers writing away this month. The pep talks from published writers really helps!
Also want to tell my friends, my family and my wonderful honey thank you for the support too. I can’t tell you guys how much it means to me to have my own little gallery of cheerleaders. It really helps .
Ok, an excerpt from the latest spate of writing…
“Don’t you think I should have a weapon?” asked CherryPop in a hopeful tone.
“Liam will look after you dear. That’s his job. I don’t like the thought of you carrying a weapon. You haven’t had any practice with one.”
CherryPop hung her had guiltily and Liam suddenly had trouble meeting Charlotte’s eyes.
Charlotte narrowed her eyes. “Or have you?”
Before CherryPop could open her mouth to answer, Liam stepped forward and spoke up. “It’s my fault Charlotte. I recently acquired a very fine Winchester rifle and well, after speaking to Des about it, we agreed CherryPop needed to be able to defend herself,” he paused, “…should the need arise.” Liam didn’t say that the only reason she would need to fight for her life was if Liam was dead (again), but Charlotte understood.
“Hmph.” Charlotte grumbled, but she didn’t press the argument. It had been a hell of a job keeping her daughter alive for her 23 years, and she would be damned if she was going to be overly fussy about letting her protect herself if the time came.