Okay, I'm done freaking out (for now). Yesterday me and Leah drove to Kansas City and I started getting sick. The long and short of it is: I didn't do very much writing. This was the first time since October where I did hardly no writing. It felt horrible. Today I woke up and starting working on it. I had to write more than the 1667 words to catch up to where I was supposed to be (this was a first for me, usually, even when I didn't hit 1667, I was still ahead of the game...being behind sucks).
Though I felt like shit, I banged it out (I'm even a few words ahead). I reached another big milestone today--30,000 words! I'm 60% there. If I can only survive the Thanksgiving break...
Wish me luck, and send me good vibrations.
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I'm rooting for you. This whole effort is likely a good sample of treating writing like a craftsman, a little progress every day, and not just when you feel inspired.
Thanks Terri. You're right, this whole process has helped me move past only writing when the mood strikes me. I could never figure out how people write these huge 1000+ page books, but now I know--you treat it like a job and work at it everyday.
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