I’m up earlier than I want to be because my two year old son decided to punch me in his sleep. Cracks to the face with tiny instruments of pain tend to jar you from sleep but not to fully awake.
Yesterday was an exciting day for me if you consider mental torture and molar grinding “exciting”. I’ve been doing remarkably well with my current WIP…until yesterday. I’m not sure if things are like this for you, but while I was cleaning out the cabinets in the bathroom I got slapped silly by a new story. So many details were uncovered I had to to write it down.
I wanted to work on it immediately, this new person with her new problems called to me to write her. But I have this WIP, I’m trying to be a serious writer. I’m trying hard not to be derailed by my fickle muse. I’m trying not to do what I’ve always done, which has always got me the same, nothing but piles of unfinished manuscripts. I want a finished one.
And of course, this new story pops up at a time where the shiny story newness is wearing off and writing is becoming something I have to work at. That magical word count that falls between 10-12,000 words and since I rarely outline a story, I flounder. It was hard, soo hard but I posted it on Twitter with my #ROW80 hashtag that I was about to flounder and got some great supportive responses.
“You have a 750 word count goal,” I sternly told myself. “Make your goal first, then you can go play with the new demons.”
I also read this article about removing writer’s block. Oh my word! I put this on a post it behind my computer so I remember it, always:
Detach From The Outcome.
Then I was lead to this article (again from Twitter) that talks about listening to characters beyond what you type for them. To let them tell you where they are going. Quite eye opening stuff, this is.
Once I stopped thinking about where I wanted my characters to go and started listening to what they were saying and removed any idea of outcome, I was able to get those 750 words yesterday without much trouble. I’m still about three days ahead which is good because tomorrow my face-punching son has an appointment with a speech therapist. I’m a wreck over it so either I’ll have an awesome, emotional writing morning or I won’t look at it all day.
After I was a good little writer, I got to play with the new characters for almost 1500 words.
This morning I’ve already made half my goal but breakfast calls as do children that are screaming at each other. I’ve made myself a goal chart and bar graph for the new story. I think it has some worth and I’d like to stick with it. I gave it only a 500 word goal but I’m promising myself to work on the current WIP before I even touch it.