Yesterday I eked out 1,667 words, but today I only managed about 500. I blame Friday the 13th! That works, doesn’t it? A plausible excuse. I’m really not lazy. Just… sluggish, I guess. Letting too many excuses and distractions happen, though. And I am far too chatty on Twitter when I’m procrastinating. That’s how you know I’m procrastinating…
But my manuscript is now at 8,573 words. I feel confident I can break 10,000 words this weekend. And that will officially be the longest manuscript I’ve written since I was in my early 20s. So that’s big progress to me.
I get stalled on two things: A.) Pausing to research; endless details with historical fiction, and B.) Starting scenes and making sure they open with action and end with reaction, just keeping them interesting and moving along at a reasonably fast pace. I am trying to think of scenes as like miniature stories all strung together in an arc that makes sense in the end. That’s helping me push through them… slowly but surely.
The two days off work was nice anyway. Needed the time to rest. Did my yoga this morning, been keeping up with my weight lifting routine, made buttermilk biscuits, read a lot. No time resting is wasted time. Sometimes I wonder if this novel writing sprint month is just not for me. I don’t find the same things motivating that others do. But I do find the community of people inspiring, so I will use them while I have them to hold myself accountable and stay inspired.