I got about 1,000 on my novel today, so I’m excited! I expanded the scene from yesterday [that I really didn’t get to work on much] and liked what I got. It’s a first draft, so it needs work, but it adds to the troubles one of my main characters is going to have to deal with, and you know, the main character must suffer!!
I like my main characters, though, and they’re kids, which makes being mean to them difficult, but since I can’t imagine writing a book with a sad ending, I’m pretty sure they’ll come out of it okay.
There is more good news. I had fun while I was writing! No, I mean fun, like the fun I have when I blog [which is a lot]. The story is developing, and I am looking forward to sitting down and finding out what happens next, which is a little different than my previous attempts.
Before, my damned Internal Editor would take over and undermine the story, but I’ve finally managed to tie her up and lock her in a closet in the back of my brain. I can hear her banging around back there, but the noise is much more manageable, and she ain’t coming out till I’m done!
The pressure I was putting on myself to do it right the first time has let up so much. I’ve finally given myself permission to write, no matter what the words are. I’m not shying away from anything anymore, and that, my friends, is a bona fide miracle!
I don’t know if this is normal or not, but blogging is opening the doors to my creativity like nothing else ever has. It’s just different, writing something that I know will be read by at least one other person [thanks mom!].
It’s like there has been a shift in my brain. Before, I would start stories and begin to second guess what my plan was almost immediately. I’d tweak it fifty times before I ever wrote a word, and by the time I was done tweaking, the idea didn’t even remotely resemble what I’d started out to write. And it pretty much sucked. By blogging, I pick something, write it, publish it, and then it’s not mine anymore, so I can’t second guess myself.
I am able to distance myself from the previous posts enough that the urge to go back and ‘fix’ them is all but gone. That’s something I’ve never been able to do before. Now, I’m able to write however many words of fiction and I don’t have to re-read or second guess.
It’s funny because I griped one day about how I needed to edit my previous posts more, [still haven’t done that*g*] but what I really needed was to learn how to NOT edit all the damned time. I’m not editing a word of my manuscript until the first draft is completely finished. If I need to, I’ll put a sticky note in the file where I forgot to put something in, but the edit will wait.
As for my blog posts, I’m thinking what you see is what you get, good, bad or ugly. Maybe I’ll edit them someday after the kids move out and I have some free time. Bwahahahaaa!!!!!
Blog ya later!