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spryngIt's been a hot minute. I feel like I've been possessed. I picked up that story thread four six weeks ago and then just didn't stop. It's been a wild ride and I hit 73k this yesterday morning and a fairly firm "the end."
73k over 42 days... that's an average of 1,700 words a day or pretty much the pace you're expected to maintain during NaNoWriMo. I haven't been able to write that fast/consistently since college, easily. I remember trying to write TPA at NaNo pace, oh, nine Novembers ago (hahah omg what) and barely managing 500/day. And that was with only one kid and while on parental leave. TBF, CG was a lot as a newborn, but I probably had the same amount of plot in the beginning and a tight deadline.
I did squeeze out a workable draft of TPA in three months, which wasn't bad at all. And since then, I've been lucky if I can write a draft in six months.
It's been so much fun to write freely again. Very similar to my halcyon days of staying up way too late to write 1000s of words of fanfic. Chasing that high until I either had to go to sleep or go to school, but daydreaming about the story all day anyway. Of course, it does make me wonder if when I re-open that word doc in a couple of days/weeks, it'll be that level of bad. ^^()
I'd honestly thought I'd left that level of writing joy behind, so if anything it's just... nice to know I can still capture it as an adult. Not saying that I otherwise didn't have fun writing these past mumble twenty mumble years, but certainly not in the same all-consuming way.
Which... to be fair, was a bit much. I kept waking up earlier and earlier, not because I'd set an alarm or anything, but because my brain was a cat at the door, scratching and wailing "Write now??" And I might have skivved off work a early a few times / taken longer lunches because I couldn't stop. By midway, it felt very much like I just needed to get this story out so I could breathe again.
So even though I kept telling myself there was no deadline, I didn't need to hit a 2k/day pace, I couldn't slow down.
But now it's done, as drafty as it is. I already have ideas for revisions, and I'll probably go through it at least once before deciding what to do with it. It might only serve its purpose of having given me joy in writing again. Proof that I can Do The Thing. That would be 100% fine.
It might be good to have an urban fantasy in my back pocket, in case I don't get any agents with the fantasy masquerading as scifi but secretly horror WIP. Or maybe I'll use it to test the waters of self-pub.
I don't know. I don't plan on finding out any time soon. I do plan on submersing myself in books and breathing again, though.
73k over 42 days... that's an average of 1,700 words a day or pretty much the pace you're expected to maintain during NaNoWriMo. I haven't been able to write that fast/consistently since college, easily. I remember trying to write TPA at NaNo pace, oh, nine Novembers ago (hahah omg what) and barely managing 500/day. And that was with only one kid and while on parental leave. TBF, CG was a lot as a newborn, but I probably had the same amount of plot in the beginning and a tight deadline.
I did squeeze out a workable draft of TPA in three months, which wasn't bad at all. And since then, I've been lucky if I can write a draft in six months.
It's been so much fun to write freely again. Very similar to my halcyon days of staying up way too late to write 1000s of words of fanfic. Chasing that high until I either had to go to sleep or go to school, but daydreaming about the story all day anyway. Of course, it does make me wonder if when I re-open that word doc in a couple of days/weeks, it'll be that level of bad. ^^()
I'd honestly thought I'd left that level of writing joy behind, so if anything it's just... nice to know I can still capture it as an adult. Not saying that I otherwise didn't have fun writing these past mumble twenty mumble years, but certainly not in the same all-consuming way.
Which... to be fair, was a bit much. I kept waking up earlier and earlier, not because I'd set an alarm or anything, but because my brain was a cat at the door, scratching and wailing "Write now??" And I might have skivved off work a early a few times / taken longer lunches because I couldn't stop. By midway, it felt very much like I just needed to get this story out so I could breathe again.
So even though I kept telling myself there was no deadline, I didn't need to hit a 2k/day pace, I couldn't slow down.
But now it's done, as drafty as it is. I already have ideas for revisions, and I'll probably go through it at least once before deciding what to do with it. It might only serve its purpose of having given me joy in writing again. Proof that I can Do The Thing. That would be 100% fine.
It might be good to have an urban fantasy in my back pocket, in case I don't get any agents with the fantasy masquerading as scifi but secretly horror WIP. Or maybe I'll use it to test the waters of self-pub.
I don't know. I don't plan on finding out any time soon. I do plan on submersing myself in books and breathing again, though.
