I'm about 5-8 thousand words into writing this book and I am still excited about it. Shocking. The longest story I have ever written has only been about 17,000 words, and that was like bleeding myself dry. But these days several thousand words doesn't seem like Mt. Everest, and I think I can coax myself along to something closer to 50,000 as long as I don't hate the story. It's very hard not to hate my stories. I don't know if it's self doubt, or the natural reaction to working on the same project for several months, but I know it's probably my greatest weak point at this time. It's mostly why I switched from working on my longest unfinished work (at about 30k word count at the moment) to my current book. I couldn't believe that what I was writing wasn't garbage.
I have been on a good, long writing spree these last few weeks, so I have hope that I can keep up the momentum.
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