Okay. Four days in. That’s how many it took for Ira to not quiiiitteee reach his page count. But you know what that sound is?
…nothing.
It’s quiet as a church mouse right now, because I ain’t sweating it. That metaphor/sentence has so much wrong with it, but whatever man! Seriously…I’ll make it up. Probably over the weekend, but I will. Hopefully tomorrow. We’ll see. Work will have to cooperate.
I’m at 37 pages. So…three pages short today. It was just one of those days. I’ll have more of them. But, I’m resolved to not let it get too out of hand. Right now, things feel like they’re going so fast . . . actually, that’s not true. As I type that, I felt that on the first day, and the second, maybe a little tiny bit on the third, but already I feel that this is really slow and steady. Maybe not slow and steady…but steady.
I really like routine when I’m writing. It’s something I can lean on, feel like I’m in control, like I’m not unhinged or going wild and not taking things as seriously as they need to be taken, that I’m not glossing over stuff for the sake of a word count.
That happened today, actually: I went back a couple times and cut words I’d written because they weren’t quite right. I was talking about things I’d planned to talk about in my outline…but then, there in the scene, it didn’t make sense to talk about it there. I’d have hit my pages if I just plowed on through. I’m SO GLAD I didn’t. I have to fix that shit in the moment, man, or it piles up on me and I lose hope. Shut down. Can’t continue. Big lesson I’ve learned over the past couple years. I have to fix something I know needs fixing.
Work continues to be crazy busy. Client work, too. Exciting though, on both fronts. Fun projects at work, and I get to talk actual SCENES with an editing client tomorrow.
Night night.