This morning, I was up and writing by 6:05am. I think that’s the earliest I’ve started writing thus far. I was tired. It took my eyes a few minutes to even see the screen!
For the first time since I started writing this story, I felt like the words weren’t flowing as they usually do. I’m not sure if it was because of what was happening (with plot/character development, etc.) or because I’m losing a bit of mojo because I’m writing so much at one time. ? It doesn’t feel like I’m writing 2000 words, then I do a count and there’s the proof. Remember, I come from the writing life of having 20-30 minutes of free time to write short (500-1000) word pieces – with two kids dancing and singing or crying and screaming around me. A peaceful, two-hour window (or close to it) is truly heaven sent. I’m not used to it. It makes me nervous. Anxious. It gives me time to second guess myself.
Maybe it’s the silence of the unopened morning…
Maybe I don’t know what happens next…and I’m not giving myself time enough in between writes to let the story build…this is all new to me.
The thing is, I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. This is all part of the process.I want to hit that 50,000th word. The story is in me. The characters are here and testing me. I just gotta keep going.
At this writing rate, my stats say I’ll reach 50,000 by early December. This means, I need to write more. Find more time. Give myself more time. Make more time.
Hmmmm. How do I do this?