I managed 289 words yesterday. Pretty pathetic given my usual ability to word vomit, but it’s significant for the following reason: it was my first writing of Camp NaNoWriMo 2016. Now, to hit a 2k per day so I stand a chance of making 50k by the 30th…
I have very nearly made up the ridiculous shortfall of the last week by writing 5k today. The thing I’m struggling with is whether to charge on, or stop here, recharge my batteries and attack the particularly juicy scene I’m writing tomorrow when I’m fresh.
Let it not be said that I’m not proud of my achievement – that kind of word count is something I haven’t managed since the heady early days of NaNoWriMo, when I was consciously dedicating large blocks of time to knocking out a novel.
This is a different beast, as I am focused on getting into the habit of writing a significant amount every day; that’s why I think I ought to stop. There’s no prize if I tear through a scene tonight only to run out of energy for it tomorrow.
There, I’ve decided – less is more, when I’m on a roll.
I will write again tomorrow!
I have just had my worst experience of cloud-connected writing.
Not only have I previously been smug about being able to access my files wherever I like, I have taken advantage of that exact feature to do some writing in unlikely places – like my son’s swimming lesson today.
The writing I’d already done today – 2460 words, I was rather proud – was extended to 2685 in a little burst of inspiration. I saved the file. All good so far.
I get home, open up the laptop… and the file is corrupted. No matter, I think to myself, and look for the copy stored on my hard drive.
Too late – it was also corrupted.
Now, and I will most certainly be taking backups going forward, I need to try and recall what I wrote this morning, or drown in a pool of my own tears.
Unsmug Kitten Out.
This year has been rife with changes for me; not least that I have stuck at doing several new things and actually succeeded at them.
For next year, there are a number of things I would like to predict will happen, in my life and in others’.
The first prediction is that I will get my son into swimming lessons (at last). He loves the water, always has, and is a wee terror if he doesn’t get the energy release from swimming of a weekend. It makes things interesting when we occasionally have family to visit, as he gets Very Excited when people are in the house (besides his parents, of course; we may as well be furniture).
The second prediction is that we will *not* go on our first family holiday. We’re kind of sort of trying to arrange one, but when my other half goes ‘I should just do this’ historically it hasn’t taken place.
The third prediction is that I will not publish a novel next year. It’s always something to aim for, but realistically I’m not there yet. NaNoWriMo this year helped, but I have a long way to go to 1,000,000 words. Especially with my sparse writing style.
The fourth prediction is that my job will give me at least as much stress as this year, if not considerably more. The promise of a payrise can’t compare to the hassle it’s going to bring as I am pushed into talking to *shudder* people. It’s mostly customers who garner that reaction in me; suppliers are easier to talk to for some reason.
The fifth prediction is that another change will come about in writing and publishing. I don’t know what it is, but the market is ripe for a change to loosen Amazon’s grip on the ebook market, and I fully expect to see it next year. Not that I have anything against Amazon; I just generally like to see people competing for my custom.
What are your predictions? Do you foresee a revolution in the way people read? A family Incident? The overturning of laws like VAT on ebooks? Let me know…
We’ll come back to this at the end of 2016 to see how realistic these predictions were, and hopefully it’ll turn out that some of them were true and others false (especially the stressy work one).
Today I wrote… probably 1500 words. That’s pretty good for me, but unfortunately it was across three different stories, which gets me hardly anywhere on the way towards my targets. Finishing a story – writing it rather than plotting it – is my big weakness. I already know how it ends, so I don’t stress too much about how I get there.
Big mistake, I know.
In an attempt to get myself on track, I logged a target word count of 200,000 words for one of my stories in yWriter (the software I use) by the end of August. Given it was late June and I’d had two whole days (gasp) of productivity, I was feeling pretty good about it. Then life did its thing and got in the way. Now, I’ll be lucky to manage 50k by the end of August, let alone four times that.
It has to be said that writing time should come more easily from the end of this month, when I hand over my parenting duties to my fantastic mother for the summer holidays. We shall have to see if I can:
a) write regularly
b) write one story consistently
c) finish a story. any story.
Stay tuned for progress updates.