I’ve been meaning to put up a blog post all week (it’s Thursday now). Monday and Wednesday I didn’t write one, because the words were flowing so well on my story, and I didn’t want to interrupt them to write out a blog. Tuesday, I didn’t write one because the words absolutely refused to flow, and I gave up, and went home early. Of the two, I think Monday and Wednesday’s excuse is far more understandable.
I’ve figured out what I’ve written so far is probably between 35,000 and 45,000 words (depending on how I guesstimate how many words are on a page). The larger number feels more accurate to me, but that might just be wishful thinking. I’ve nearly filled up three notebooks (just two partial sections left, I need to pull out a new one to work on). I’m guessing the story length might double as I start connecting the pieces together.
Considering I’ve been working on this seriously since November (it probably was floating around my head for about a year before that), that works out to less than 1,000 words per day, even taking out weekends and holidays. So, yes, I’m slow. (Yes, I know it would be quicker to just type it up rather than write it out. Shut up.)
On the other hand, that’s more than I’ve been able to get on a story in probably close to thirty years. I’ve got lots of other things started, but that I’ve run out of energy/time/whatever before I get to the point where I’m actually feeling I’ve got a good framework on paper.
I’m thinking that I’ll probably have another 10,000 story chunk ready to put out for you in a week or so. If I don’t, someone remind me of it, ok?
So, anyway, I’m figuring that if I’ve written about half the book, maybe more, in a month and a half, then (assuming I can keep going, and life doesn’t get in the way) I should be able to finish this rough draft by the end of March, God willin’ and the creek don’t rise.
Then will come the harder, and far less fun, work of editing the blasted thing.