The other day I was on my way back from a write-in. I'd been there 12 hours or so, and my husband was a little irritated at how long I'd been gone. He said, "Well, the good news is, you'll win soon, and then you can stop."
Uh, why would I stop? Stop what? Stop writing this book? It won't be DONE at 50,000 words. It might be around the halfway mark, but will likely be longer. Or, stop writing? Good luck with that one, buddy, you married the wrong girl.
I did, in fact, end up hitting 50,000 last night. I'm SHOCKED at how fast it came, how easy it was for me this time, and how well I like the story. It just flows, writes itself, surprising even me at the turns it chooses to take. My new love interest that I was setting up in my head? Totally not who the MC went for. Interesting!
I have a feeling this story will be in the 110,000 range, and that's perfect for it. I do need to start getting down and dirty with it, make things happen, change the face of the world. Once I finish my current scene I think I will go that direction.
But yeah, dude, if you want me to stop being so obsessive about it, I get that. But writing is an element to me. Like water. Or oxygen. Or chocolate. It won't just go away. I write, therefore I am. Or something.
Anyway. Happy graph time!! YAY!!
Now! No whining because you're not this far or never could manage it. I scraped by my first try. Second, I failed. Third, I figured out my plan ahead of time and worked toward it, and did managed to pretty well. But this year, the story is POURING out of me, demands to be told, and is terribly fun. :)
My daughter said the other day, "It can't be easy for my characters, because if everything is easy for them, the book will be boring." That is so true, as well. I had to make things happen. Lots of things needed to happen. So, that's what I do. I make them happen.
And you can too. You can do this. One word in front of the other, and you will get there.