I’m about 1/4 of the way through writing my seventh book. (I know! The total is freaking me out too) . Anyway, today was an excellent writing day. I spent the morning at a local coffee shop. The past few weeks have been brutal, words limping out onto the page, scenes forming with in pathetic randomness. So, instead of sitting in my office, I opted for a change of scenery and a very large cup of coffee.
I’ve determined that I should write 10,000 words per week to get this book finished. Unfortunately, the only way to make writing easier is to write. It sucks but it’s true. If I write 2,000 words every weekday, I can use the weekend for editing, administrative tasks, or heaven forbid, cleaning. Three nights this week I sat up until midnight to get the words in. One day I still fell short. Today started out much the same. Four hours at Panera netted me my daily minimum. I set out to run errands. In the car, scenes and dialogue started flashing into my head. I had to turn off the radio. The music was competing with my characters.
I hurried home, panicked that I’d forget half of what was in my head. I grabbed my laptop and vomited out another 2K in under 2 hours. I didn’t think I could type that fast. I happily wrote myself into a nasty headache.
Why does this happen? Why does the story hate me one day and love me the next? Why does it seem so random? I’ll never figure it out, but I’m surely going to enjoy the days when the job really seems as easy as friends and family think it is.
Now back to writing. Maybe I can make it 5,000. Wishing you all a writing day as successful as mine.