I had planned to do this post at the end of the month, but as I have zero other ideas for blog posts this week, we'll have to go with what's in the barrel.
I'm not gonna lie, folks. It's been a bad couple of months for my writing. At my last report, I had about 50K. Right now, the word count stands at 50,837. But I also have 2,645 additional words floating around in a document entitled "Outtakes." Around the end of April, I discovered I'd made a goof in the bones of the story (or maybe the story thought it'd be funny to make a goof with me), thus rendering most of those words useless.
It sucked. It sucked enough to make my motivation dry up and scatter.
2,645 may not sound like a lot of words. Okay, it's not a lot of words. But for a slow, ludicrously meticulous writer like myself, 2,645 words represents lots and lots of hours, staring at a blank screen, carefully coaxing them out of my brain. Plus I actually liked those words, which is why I couldn't bring myself to delete them.
I'll get back to the book. I always do. But I'm thinking that making a public commitment to finish this thing by the end of the year, knowing full well that I am who I am and I write the way that I write, shows a bit of presumption on my part. Ego, even.
Well, live and learn. A lot of this is probably just inexperience. Someday, when I'm a grizzled old cat lady hunched over the computer with 20 published novels and a million rejections under the waistband of my pantyhoes, cutting 2000 words will be no biggie at all. Until then, I soldier on.
Nevertheless, I'm going to include the Orphan 2K in this report, because it makes me feel slightly less lame. So, since the end of March I've written around 3,482 words.
Hm. Never mind. I still feel pretty lame.
All right, enough whining. I'd like to hear from y'all: any tips on motivation and/or discipline? What do you do to rev yourself up when you just don't wanna?
Thus ends quarterly report the second.