The new book is 50 pages old. Need to add another 10 more over the weekend to hit my goal, but I can do it. Phew. It was looking dicey there around mid-week, but we rallied, big time.
The pages flew by today. I made some good choices in my outline, made the scenes so very easy to write. I know some people—“pantsers”—don’t outline because the act of coming up with the story once will rob them of the magic when they have to come back and actually write it. There will be something missing, they explain. But not for me. Going through the story once in the outline, from beginning to end, is literally what gives me the magic when I actually sit down to write it. I know my story works already. I know that I’ve already tweaked things to set up payoffs, to make sure my characters are arcing and authentic, to just simply guarantee that everything makes sense in the end. That kind of security lets me soar. It’s why the hours days weeks and months spent agonizing over my outlines is time well spent in the end. It’s all that work that gets me to my favorite part: the writing. And then the finish line.
I…think this is going to be a good book. It’s a banger of an opening. The three story threads I set up are so, soooo fun. I’d be into it if I was reading. We’ll see, I suppose. It can always fall apart in the end, lol. That’s always on the table. But, I don’t think so.
So, yeah. Rallied today. Rallied yesterday. And I’ll rally tomorrow and Sunday to make sure I hit my page count. That will be one week down of this, and seven more to go.
Wrists got sore today. I have to watch that. Do my stretches. Take ibuprofen if I need it. In fact, I need to take some before bed. I’ll go do that next.
Work was up and down. Busy in the morning, then slow, then busy again right at the end of the day. It happens like that sometimes. Very much looking forward to this weekend. Whew.
Night night.