Good afternoon my wonderful blogger friends. I just wanted to share my week with you and where I’m at with all of this.
While writing this novel, I have questioned what I am doing a few bazillion times, but I keep forging through. I have gotten so many wonderful suggestions and have tried them all, or, well, most of them. The best advice I have received so far, in hindsight, is just write the damn story. Just write. And every time I get that suggestion, it’s exactly what I do. This is how I have gotten as far as I have.
I keep changing my mind about how I want my first novel to be so I have three different stories going all with the same theme. There is one in particular that I keep going back to. So, I decided to put everything I have written in order. I have found that what works for me is to write what comes to my mind that day. Forcing myself to write in order wasn’t working, not at this point anyway. Maybe as I get more seasoned that tactic might bode well.
When I write, I write furiously and nothing else exists on this planet. After I finish emptying my brain onto the page, I think about the frame and then title the chapter so that I know what it’s about. I had no idea what I was doing, and still don’t, but as I have gone through, I can actually see order. It is making more and more sense as I move forward. Like I said before, some of the characters decided that what I was writing wasn’t doing them justice, so they did their own thing and I’m grateful they did and that I allowed them to do so.
This process can make me feel as if I should be committed from time to time, but it’s definitely worth it and as I go through it, I see more clearly than I did before.
Of course I have moments where I am completely mortified by the realization that after all of this, there is that HUGE possibility that no one will want to read this thing. It’s those moments that I begin the endless spiral toward an emotional breakdown. It happened this week. And although it feels as if I got next to nothing done this week, in my defense, I was interrupted by my sadistic side.
For the week, I have an estimate of about 6,000 words into the novel. Not a lot I know, seeing as some days I can jam out 8,000, but it is what it is.
I worked on my box, chest, whatever you want to call it, either way it has “other” connotations, and I’m just not happy with it. The curtains still aren’t finished and the ideas aren’t coming to me. It’s frustrating. So what I’m thinking, is I may put that one aside for a minute and start on another piece.
Part of the problem is that I work so much better under extreme pressure and this whole freedom thing is tripping me up a bit. I have tried to trick my little sadist by giving it a fake deadline, but she’s too smart for that. So I will continue to just learn as I go and confront the evil little troglodytes as they pop up.
Well, as much as I would love to ramble on and on I have a smelly dog to bathe. Happy Saturday.