Current word count:
My WIP is on 22,596 words at this very moment. About 12k of those words were written last month for Camp NaNo, which means I’ve written about 10k so far this month as part of the WIPmarathon. It’s not a huge amount, but considering my goal for the whole month is (was?) only 20k, I’m doing a lot better than I expected. I’m not a fast writer. I edit heavily as I go and I overthink a lot of silly things, from the overall structure all the way down to individual word choices. If I can keep up my current pace, I’ll get close to 30k by the end of the month, and that would be great.
WIP issues this week:
I feel like I’ve been doing quite a lot of world building but the world doesn’t feel built enough yet! I have a lot of ideas that I’ve fleshed out in my head, but I haven’t found appropriate places to flesh them out in the actual writing, so I feel like what I have is a bit patchy. I’m trying to move forward though instead of constantly going back, because that’s what I always do and it’s bad! Once I’ve finished draft 1.5, I’ll hopefully have a better understanding of what’s missing and where I should fill it in.
The other thing I’m finding tricky is managing the passing of time. Some days in the story seem to span a large chunks of writing for no reason, and then other days pass by in a paragraph. I need to move the story forward a few months without having to write all of it out. Knowing how much to write and how much to leave implied is something I struggle with. Practice makes perfect, I suppose.
What I learnt this week in writing:
I learnt a lot about some of my characters! They’re starting to develop their own personalities and make their own decisions and that makes me incredibly happy, even when they’re uncooperative. 😉
What distracted me this week while writing:
Aside from my usual internet and book distractions, I’ve been feeling horribly homesick and more than a little bit sad about things (ie: being unemployed and living in a strange country without my own income and without my parents around to make me feel better) and some days I really struggle to work through that. My self-esteem takes a massive beating and I start losing focus on my work. On the bad days, I find social media to be a little bit overwhelming; actually, I find everything a little bit overwhelming and I just want to stay in bed and forget about it all, which is not good for the writing process! I don’t know how everyone else feels, but I really struggle to write while lying down. 😛 I’m going to try getting out more next week, because being cooped up in the house all day really doesn’t help matters.
Last 200 words:
(200 on the dot! Had to chop it mid sentence! Context: It’s written in a bit of a flowery way because the characters have been smoking something magical and they’re slightly high. >_>)
…echoing and fading behind us. We leave the lights but we take the music with us. Jex is singing, skipping, I struggle to keep up with him. We run until we reach the outskirts and then we run a little more. There are no tree houses here. We choose a tree and we climb.
The forest is a beating heart. The air is warm and smooth and alive with swarms of glowflies that curl and stretch like shoals of phosphorescent fish. I wave my hand through them and they scatter and reform. Jex is ahead and he’s showering me with bark dust. It tickles my face. I reach one of the footholds where his climbing has scuffed the dry bark away. I can smell it. It smells like him. Woody, but also new. Like a sapling in turned soil. Crushed leaves. Unripe wickernuts.
My limbs feel slow and sore but it’s a good pain, the sort of pain you get from holding a cup of hot berry tea against the side of your face on a cold day. A rich burn. I feel like I’m climbing to stay level and the ground below is sinking into a dark, treacly void.
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