Anyone who has been reading this blog with any regularity will have noticed that I’m doing pretty well on the writing front. Apart from one day last week when I didn’t write anything I have written around 3k a day on my novel and one day wrote just over 10k. Surprisingly enough, or maybe not, it was the day after the 10k that I didn’t do anything. Brain was fried mush. I understand that’s a breakfast delicacy somewhere. Ah yes, Hannibal Lecter’s house.
I haven’t been feeling the book as much over the last few days. Not since the 10k day, to be honest. I’ve kept at it, but today I just don’t want to write. I was a good girl and worked on my comedy erotica story for a contest that L.M. Stull is running (click here for more information and to enter) and I also worked on my Splintered Lands story (click here for the guidelines if you are interested in submitting).
The Splintered Lands world is a real departure from my usual thing. It’s a very bleak world with fairly low level magic. I’m normally a blow-everything-to-hell-and-back kind of person but you need a lot of magic users to do that in the Splintered Lands. The constraints of working in someone else’s world are a challenge, but one I am enjoying.
So it’s a bit strange that I’m not feeling my own novel as much. Or maybe it isn’t strange at all. I seem to be getting bored of it. Of course, this is where it becomes work instead of fun, mad doodling with words. If you want to get somewhere you’ve got to work at it. But how do you do that when you just don’t feel like it?
Well, firstly, I’ve given myself permission not to work on the novel today. I’ve done well, been going steady with it for a few weeks – it’s two thirds written, which isn’t bad at all, and I think I deserve some time off, if that’s what my brain wants.
Of course, that doesn’t mean that I have to take time off from it altogether, only from writing the actual novel. A problem waiting to happen with this book is that I never planned it out. Just went along thinking, what can I do to my MC now? What trouble can I get her into next? What’s the worst thing that could happen? So the poor girl has been attacked, attacked again, and had to watch various friends die. Which is fine (unless you’re her) until you get to the point where you really have to draw everything together in order to head towards the final showdown.
That hasn’t happened so much. So I think I will spend some time planning today, aiming to draw all my various insanities together so that they make sense, and even make the final showdown the inevitable thing it has to be. People have to want to know how it all gets to that point. Otherwise, they’ll just flick to the last page. “Oh, look at that, they all die. Next!”.
Yes, planning would definitely be a good idea at this point. Who knows? I might even get excited again and write something. But shhh. Don’t tell my brain that. It thinks it’s got the day off.