So I messed up.
I’ve been hitting my 1,500 word goal each week, like clockwork. But it’s not enough.
Based on where I am now, I’d need to write (or edit) something like 8,000 words a week in order to hit my self-imposed deadline of the end of June.
That kind of pace is…unlikely, to say the least. Possible, sure, but unlikely, given my schedule.
Earlier this week, I thought about going for it. Staying up later, getting up earlier, pushing to finish on time.
But the more I thought about it, the more stressed I became. It was harder to get started writing in the morning, because I knew I’d need to write four times my usual word count just to keep up.
I actually thought about quitting the novel altogether. Just dropping it and going back to working on some short story ideas. I’ve got plenty of them; I could keep busy with shorter fiction for the rest of the year.
Instead, I’ve decided to get rid of the source of my stress and doubts: I’m scrapping the deadline.
I’m definitely going to up my weekly word count, though, starting next week. 1,500 words is just not cutting it, in terms of finishing in a timely fashion. I don’t want to be still working on this draft next year. And I do have short stories I want to work on, stories that will take time to get right. Time I’ll have to earn by finishing this novel draft.
Wish me luck.
