Spirit, the novel I've been working on for the last five years or so, has hit a milestone - 60K words - in its first draft.
It isn't finished - in fact the tension has just started ratcheting its way to the snapping point. But still - 60,000 words.
Writing over the summer was catch-as-catch-can and I was hoping that with the start of the school year, things would settle back into a predictable enough pattern that I could schedule some daily writing time or maybe even go back to writing Fridays instead of working the day job.
That hasn't quite worked out the way I wanted it to.
For now, writing time is waiting time - literally. Anytime, anywhere. My laptop bag has become my writing bag, filled with notebooks and pens/pencils and goes with me just about everywhere. My laptop fits in there too, for those occasions when I can anticipate having twenty minutes or longer to wait in a nice, uncrowded, indoor place.
So, it's moving along - a little slower than I'd like perhaps, but it is getting closer to its last two words.
The End.
Maybe in another 20 or 30K...
-L
It isn't finished - in fact the tension has just started ratcheting its way to the snapping point. But still - 60,000 words.
Writing over the summer was catch-as-catch-can and I was hoping that with the start of the school year, things would settle back into a predictable enough pattern that I could schedule some daily writing time or maybe even go back to writing Fridays instead of working the day job.
That hasn't quite worked out the way I wanted it to.
For now, writing time is waiting time - literally. Anytime, anywhere. My laptop bag has become my writing bag, filled with notebooks and pens/pencils and goes with me just about everywhere. My laptop fits in there too, for those occasions when I can anticipate having twenty minutes or longer to wait in a nice, uncrowded, indoor place.
So, it's moving along - a little slower than I'd like perhaps, but it is getting closer to its last two words.
The End.
Maybe in another 20 or 30K...
-L