I wrote 2000 words tonight. Which means 3000, not 4000, words so far for the week. I’m hoping I’ll get 2000 done tomorrow, so I can type up at least some of it on the plane.
It was difficult to start, tonight. My heart hurt, between jaylake‘s news, and a friend who’s been diagnosed as end-stage MS.
Also, driving forward so hard, so fast — there’s a part of me that says I need a week to assimilate plot and story to make this novel deeper. There’s another part that says what I’m doing is fine, can be fixed in rewrite, trust the creative voice and the all those things about story that I already know. Because by the end of the session tonight I was flying, the words coming fast and furious. It’s a scene I’ve been thinking about since the start of this project, which is one of the reasons why I was able to write it as I did.
Quality of life is very important to me. I’m not convinced that writing so fast and so hard without a break is how I want to keep going. Just because I can do it doesn’t mean it’s satisfying. We’ll also see how I feel at the end of the month, when I’ve finished.