Well I wrote for a bit, but deleted a lot too so am calling tonight a word-count neutral night. With the changes, I could even end up in a deficit situation. Oh well, will remedy that over the weekend,
In the meantime my computer needs charging so will let it rest and rejuvenate for tomorrow.
It was only 137 words but I wrote! That’s all I’m aiming for. Some days, I accomplish more… other days not so many. Weekend is almost here so hopefully, it will be productive on the writing front.
Since I recorded the actual word count of my progress on Friday, I’ve managed to increase it to 90319! Now this includes anything I managed to complete yesterday plus today’s work.
I can’t believe I’ve managed to add 2589 words in less than 24 hours and it’s not even 2:00 pm yet. I have a file of “cuttings for later” of bits I’ve taken from previous drafts and assembled in one file. So with it, I’ve been able to grab some things before that I want to put back in this draft so that’s saved a lot of time. These scenes have been massaged to fit this latest draft and hopefully, I’ve managed to lasso all the plot bunnies that might be trying to make their escape.
While the word count might not be increasing to thre same degree as yesterday, I have made progress. It just doesn’t look that way because of the chunks from the previous draft I’ve had to remove.
Well, it’s been an excellent day. I finally got to the scene I’ve been aiming for and have it changed. Now working on the follow-up scenes. I didn’t record my word count when I started this morning but when I quit the other night I had 85732 words in the first 21 chapters. I now have a whopping 87413! And when you figure I’ve taken out words, paragraphs and and stuff, that’s not too bad at all. A net gain of 1681 words. I’m feeling rather good about myself and my progress right now.
I need to take a break, get dressed and head off to the supermarket. yippee… I’d rather stay here and write but if the weekly shop doesn’t get done, the natives will get restless. It’s bad enough that the alarm dog looks at me like a pork chop by times.
Besides, I have to get up and walk around. The cushion in the rocking chair isn’t overly thick and my wee arse is feeling numb. And there’s nothing worse than a case of numb bum! LOL!!!
I’ve still not made it to the scene I was planning on working on the last couple of days, but I am in that portion of my novel, so I guess that’s a start. I’ve been told that some of my scene breaks are somewhat abrupt and that a few lines of narration can move me from one to the next.
So as I work my way to the “infamous” scene, making corrections and smoothing transitions as I go along, I’m still achieving my goal of writing every day.
I had a brilliant idea for a very tender scene between my hero and the young girl in the asylum. Unfortunately, between the time it came to me when I was in the loo and when I got back to my document and found where that scene was… it disappeared. The fact that there was a disruption here at the house, didn’t help.
I’m hoping that when things quiet down the idea will come back. I have another idea for later on so maybe I best get it roughed out so it doesn’t disappear, too.
This afternoon couldn’t have worked out better! It turned out so well, we’re planning on getting together again next month. Okay, we visited, we wrote, visited some more, watched the traffic coming to a standstill on the motorway outside the mall window and wrote some more.
Our local group comes up with a 250 word prompt for each monthly meeting. The other two gals worked on theirs while I worked on a scene in my novel.
None of us knew how the afternoon would turn out but in the end, all three of us were extremely pleased with the results.
Looking forward to Sunday afternoon when my laptop and I will be meeting two other gals for a few hours for a “writing” date. Never done this before. Don’t know what to expect. Might spend the entire time chewing the fat and brainstorming and in the end get very little writing done… still, if it gets the ideas percolating it won’t be a wasted afternoon.
My Scottish roots and writing by Melanie Robertson-King