I feel like this is appropriate today to two reasons. One is my character is going through some tough times physically – in fact that’s the one thing you can count on in this novel, she gets more and more damaged as the book goes on, and as an anorexic cokehead, she wasn’t in great shape to begin with.
The other reason is that I’m having a really hard time writing. This always happens toward the end of a book. In fact, I’ve written three novels before this one, and only one of those novels has an ending. I’m serious. This fourth has an ending in the outline, but now that I’m there, I feel like I will never reach the end – and I feel that the end will be too soon and I’ll have to extend the story. Way to be contrary, Julia.
Anyway, word count wise I’m doing better than yesterday, though not quite on target. I wrote 1,550 words today (admittedly about 200 of that was from yesterday), so I’m at 46,030. This means I have 4,621 words to go this week if I want to make my weekly minimum. With the words harder and harder to get out, this is a little tough. But, I’ll make it. I’m really enjoying this story, in spite of my doubts, my need to bleed all over the damn page to get some words out, and my weird writing schedule.
I leave you with a genuinely funny quote:
“Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards.” – Robert A. Heinlein