It’s been over two years since I first started working on Ancient Magic. Well, ok, only about a year since I changed the story and characters, but I stayed in the same world and kept most of that worldbuilding.
Two years ago, I began this odyssey not really knowing what writing a novel would entail. Since then I’ve read how-to books, spoken to other writers, taken online writing classes, participated in forums, and I follow several writing blogs. I read in and out of my genre and I write.
Looking back, it’s been a long haul and there are times I get frustrated by the slow pace, but in the last couple of months there’s been a shift.
I’m writing more and consistently and suspect it’s probably a convergence of several factors:
- I have a better understanding of my characters and story.
- I’m learning to embrace the concept of a crappy first draft. Or at least I’m getting better at it. I caught myself going back and tweaking old scenes the other day. While I’m not cured of Perfect yet, I’m not nearly as bad as I used to be.
- I’ve tried several different styles of writing (outlining, index cards, the Sentence Lite, Snowflake Method, Plot Whisperer, pantsing) and finally settled on a combination that works for me, at least for the moment.
- My family is getting used to me disappearing into my bedroom to write and is getting better about limiting the interruptions.
- I now call myself a writer, in addition to all my other hats. I’ve actually said it out in public, too. Believe it or not, that was a huge psychological step for me.
It’s time. Time to kick myself into gear and get movin’. Time I got this first draft DONE.
Checking out my little progress meter on the left, I’ve written 40% of what I estimate is going to be a 90,000 word novel. Using the ol’ calculator, I sat down and figured out a plan.
Giving myself until the end of September, I think I can have this first draft finished. That works out to about 3344 words per week. I know I write slowly, but I think even I can reach that.
Now, since I’ve announced it to the world, I’m accountable.
Why do I suddenly have that stomach-dropping sensation I usually get just as I take the first plunge on a rollercoaster?