I’m sorry that this post is a bit late.
I have been writing, but the more I hurry to get to the end of book three, the longer it gets. I have been trying to finish this first draft. I thought I would finish last week, with plenty of time to catch up with other things before I get book two back from my editor.
I knew I had been doing well, with a couple of 2k+ days. I also knew, because I was feeling so tired. But there was not far to go. I was disappointed when I got to the end of the week (Saturday, for working purposes) and hadn’t finished, the disappointment cleared when I totted up the totals and found I’d written 10,267 words! In seven days! A record for me. I would polish off the rest on Sunday, plus the blog post I had planned.
Real life intervened. Saturday evening my mother was taken into hospital – nothing serious – we went on Sunday to pick her up. Several unproductive hours later, there was still no sign of when they would let her go, so we came home. There we found a message from our son. He had broken his leg and was in hospital – a different hospital. Since he is of an age not to require the presence of a mother at his bedside, we didn’t have to rush out to visit. As you can imagine, I was not in much of a condition to do much writing.
Those things I was going to catch up with, drifted.
I managed a healthy 1,000+ yesterday and (wow) 2,200 today. I am still exhausted and still not finished. My target is 90k, and I am now on 108k.
Am I writing rubbish? I don’t know, but it keeps pouring out. I don’t want to turn it off – what if I can’t start it again.
Thank you for listening to me. Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible – I hope.