My Personal Brand of Insanity
You know, in spite of a couple entries so far this week, I realized that I haven’t actually provided an update on my progress writing Still They Watch. I should probably do that, though you already know it’s going well after my post on Monday night.
The numbers for the week since my last update:
Man, I shouldn’t leave it that long again. All of this brings me to a current total of 58,309 before I start writing for the night. I’m having fun with Devan (of course), but I’ve noticed that I’m losing the battle against driving myself crazy (well, okay, crazier). 2k words per day is my personal pace, the point at which I stop kicking myself in the ass. Or when I should stop doing that. It isn’t anymore. I wish it was some nights, but if I’m being honest, it isn’t. No, when I hit 2k for the night, even if I’ve had the day job going on, and done other necessary tasks, I still sit there and think, okay, only 1k to go and I can be content. Yes, I’m now up to insisting that anything less than 3k per day isn’t enough. Though this is unintentional, or at least unconscious, I understand the reasons. It’s that lengthy list of projects and stories I have sitting there, characters begging for their turn. Yes, I’m still young at 34, and there are many years left in my life for writing (all else being equal), but I really don’t think the idea torrent in my head is going to slow down. I’m already thinking of them faster than I can write them (which even I will admit is saying something) so that means I have to either write faster or get a time turner. Unless JK Rowling can help me with this, it’s going to have to be write faster.
No, this does not mean that I have any intention of lowering my standards, or that I’d release anything I didn’t feel was my best effort. But it means that I need to find a way to catch up. Or learn not to cry at the idea of stories going untold. Sadly, I’m not sure either is possible, but I’m going to give the catching up thing a shot, since I really do feel sad and panicked at the idea of stories going untold.