Last Friday, I wrote like my fingers were on fire, and hammered over four thousand words into my manuscript, and I’m happy to say I only cut about fifty out the next day. That’s special. That’s exciting. That’s what every writer wants to do! Four thousand wonderful words! Three chapters! Five scenes! Yeah!
The conditions were just right. My mind was clear; I’d had plenty of rest; MSB had left for work at ten instead of two, so I could write during my optimum hours for a change. It’s true. I’m a morning person. Give me a pot of coffee and some solitude in the a.m. hours, and I’m good to go.
Over four thousand words. How I’d love to do that again.
After the ACFW Conference in late September fired me up again, I had dreams of finishing The Cat Lady’s Secret before the holidays. But things happen. At this point, I could write four thousand words a day every day until MSB’s vacation starts next week and still be short almost thirty-thousand words.
But let’s check that sentence: “I could write four thousand words a day.” Hah! I wish! I’ve slowed worse than the snail in the picture since then.
So much of my writing process involves pacing and staring into space until a scene develops in my head. Last Friday, I didn’t have to budge from my chair. The words just kept coming. But since then–eh, not so much. Not that I don’t know where I’m going with the story. I do. I know exactly what’s going to happen in Part III and even Part IV–but I’m in the latter half of Part II and am having to build up to that midway point. Throughout most of this first half, I’ve let my character play and fall in love and easily overcome obstacles that will return full force to plow her under. Now, I’m cranking up the tension, increasing conflict, setting her up for a big ol’ mess to deal with–all while trying not to reveal too much about too many things.
Writing is hard. Darn it.
I need my muse to settle on my shoulder again so I can whip out four or five thousand words a day, because MSB goes on vacation for two weeks starting Monday (which means he’s off from Saturday the 20th until Monday the 6th), which means we’ll be gone as often as we’re home–things I look forward to, truly–but it also means I won’t be able to write. Following his vacation, I’ll be in Bryan to help Mom prepare for Christmas, then maybe I’ll have a week to myself–probably spent wrapping presents and addressing cards.
So, apparently, when I said I’d finish the manuscript before the holidays, I meant Thanksgiving 2011–’cause it ain’t gonna happen in 2010!