29 Days, 50K words

So I have not been posting here. Bad me.

But that is because I have been madly writing and oh, having so much fun with it. My WIP hit 50K words tonight and every time I think about writing something that would take writing energy away from it — well, I just don’t.

Lessons learned, however: number one is the value of just writing and letting the words flow. I’ve gotten stuck, I truly have. And I’ve wasted words, if you want to call it that, spewing out crap that does nothing but let me focus on what I ought to be writing rather than what I am writing. In a real count, I think I’m probably a lot closer to 75K words in the past month, if you include all the ones that were useless, repetitive, went nowhere, etc. But as long as my fingers kept moving, words kept coming and…

Well, it’s entirely possible that in the bi-polar dance that is my life, I’m simply in a manic state. I grant the possibility that I am not a good judge of my current accomplishments. But that said, I think what I’ve written this past month is really, really good. It’s often funny, often crazy weird, often truly creative. I could be wrong. I could be insane. (Literally, please, none of the metaphorical insanity for me.) But I am pretty sure that my WIP is the most interesting thing that I’ve ever written.

I’m definitely going to need beta readers and an editor to tell me I didn’t skip all the guts of it–it might be the bare bones, missing the pieces that would make it comprehensible to anyone else–but in terms of sheer entertainment value, I’m pretty sure it’s excellent. And for once, I’m actually excited to have readers tell me whether I’ve hit or missed. If I’ve missed, I’ll fix it–I’ll add the bits that will make it comprehensible to anyone else–but I’m pretty sure it’s fun either way.

Oh, being manic is fun. I wish I could skip the inevitable crash, though.


Pushing on

Two days in a row where the writing has not gone well. My fingers are refusing to fly. Even on a simple blog post I can’t seem to get the words out. And when I close my eyes and try to head into a plotting state (or wash dishes or walk the dog or do anything of those mindless activities where my brain gets busy), my brain refuses to get down to business. It goes in circles on any topic but the story.


And yet, I’ve still gotten just over 1K words so that’s something. Nine months ago, it would have meant that I was having two good days. Perspective is always nice.

I’m going to do a writing sprint for the next ten minutes. See if I can push these fingers into motion one way or another.


The murky middle

I’ve reached the murky middle.

I hate it here.

Trying to make decisions and writing this blog post has made me remember: just write, you can always fix it in revisions. If I screw up and do some part of my world-building that doesn’t work, I’ll undo it after I finish the first draft.

Whew, sigh of relief, and now I’m back to writing.