It’s been a rough day today. Feeling like crap would be an understatement. I’ve been home from the day job almost the entire day because of it. I did try to go in, but lasted all of twenty minutes before realizing I was barely coherent. Thankfully, I only live 15 minutes from work. I got home and slept for about 3 hours. For me, that’s unusual. I normally get up and stay that way until late at night. Now I know I’m sick. The sleep helped, though I’ve still felt far from good all day. At least I feel mostly like a human being now, instead of some zombie version of me.
That improvement, of course, is good, because I still have a book to write. And write it is exactly what I’ve been doing since late afternoon. Yesterday, I put in 3,358 words, which is excellent for a weekday, even better for a Monday. Today, so far, I’ve clocked in 2,584 (no, not done yet, but I needed a break and to write this post. Two birds, one stone). This puts me at 18,472 total on Where The Ether Flows so far. Not bad for being a sick writer (physically, the mental is a given).
Story-wise, things are flowing well and just starting to get exciting. Devan just met one of the other main characters, who he’s going to be spending a lot of time with, so that’s pretty good. I’m quite happy with the pace of the story so far, and the way I’m layering in the world, though it’s anyone’s guess whether I’ll still feel that way once it’s finished and comes back out of the drawer for editing. The amount that I’m getting done is good in another respect too. I’m enjoying the story itself that I’m not even thinking about the word count. It’s just flowing by. I’ll do a few hundred words, give myself a short break and then come back and do it again. It’s mounting up on its own. It’s nice to forget about pace in that respect. 2k per day seems to be my sweet spot for goal, it seems, as I’ve suspected for a while.
Again, I think some of all this is the amount of time I’ve spent thinking about it in preparation. I’ll have to remember that when it comes time to prep the second book, not to rush it. That probably puts doing the August camp off the table, but I can live with that. I’ll likely just do it unofficially in September, or whenever I’m ready. I’m cool with that. Nothing says I have to write a new book every other month, right? 🙂 Um, I’ve gotta go, I think I hear the grumbling of my backlog of characters waiting to be written about… Maybe if I hide for a while, they’ll forget I said that eventually. As it is, they’re already unhappy when I remind them they’re sitting behind two more books to be written in this trilogy, and the editing that still needs to get done on the Mirrors trilogy.