My neighbor passed Friday morning. It was a long time coming. And while it was a good thing — she really wasn’t there any more — it still makes me sad.
I’m spending this weekend at a cabin in Long Beach, WA, with some friends. I managed to type up 2000 words yesterday.
For the first two books, 5.5 pages of hand-written pages equaled about 1000 words. For the first chapter of the third novel, and now for what I’ve done of the second chapter, it seems as if I’m writing “short”, that it’s taking more like 6 to 6.5 pages to equal 1000 words.
There appear to be several reasons for that. The hand-written draft is really bad. That’s always been the case, though, for me. I let myself write in passive, cliche ridden sentences and I don’t edit at all. When I type it up, I do the first revision.
What I’m finding is that I’m doing a lot more editing while typing. I think this will mean a lot less rewriting later, at least at the micro, word level. I don’t think this is a bad thing. It does mean that it’s taking me a lot longer to type up a chapter than I think it should.
For some reason, and maybe it’s because I’ve been so focused on writing this year, I find that the right words are flowing in. I don’t know how else to explain it. It isn’t that I was searching for words before, it’s just that now, they’re smoother. And brighter.
Overall, I’m pleased with this novel so far, and very pleased with the new process I have for outlining. I am behind schedule already in terms of finishing this novel by the end of the year — I needed to have all three chapters typed up by the end of this weekend, and it’s going to be sometime next week before I’m finished. But that’s okay. I’d rather have the words good and the story right than stick to an arbitrary schedule.
So here’s the word count meter!