It has been a long time since I’ve written 5,000 words in a day.
NaNoWriMo has started off good for me. I decided to do what a million other people did, and that was stay up until midnight and get in a few hundred words before heading off to bed. Once I was up I hit it hard again, and by the time the morning was done I had 2900 and change done on the story.
Then, like the crazy guy I am, I blogged about it, and rolled up another 660 words–because, well, why not? ’Cause that’s the way I’m rolling these days.
Now, not everything was NaNo. After I got my novel out of the way I started in finishing the formatting for the erotic story I worked on for a few weeks back. I thought it might take until tomorrow to tie up–no pun intended–and I was wrong. The title of the story came to me just about the time Trusty Editortm showed up. While we chatted–there was no editing needing their attention today, so they were only being Trusty–I did the last of the prep work on the story, got it saved right, and set up the email to fire it off. Trusty gave me a few words of encouragement, maybe call them a blessing, and I hit the send button.
Believe it or not, that’s the first story I’ve sent off to a publisher in about 20 years. It’s in the hands of another power at the moment–the Editor. We’ll see what happens. The chances are very good that I won’t know anything about it until after the first of the year.
So after Trusty Editortm left–telling me that I needed to write my butt off–I fooled around a little bit, ended up doing the Soccer Mom thing for a while, and when I returned home . . . I wanted to write. I had the next scene in my head. So I pulled up Scrivener and had at it.
I didn’t flow out like I thought it might, but I was wrong if I thought I wasn’t getting anywhere. I’ve always had issues writing action scenes, because they always take more time to write than the amount of time it would take to act them out. But it was happening. I was having issues writing (and I think I know why, something I need to adjust tomorrow), but when I did benchmark checks on my progress–I was running a lot faster than I imagined.
Yes, I wasn’t churning out the good at the rate of 1600 words/hour as I did this morning, but 1300 words in 59:30 . . . yeah, you can do the math.
And it was a good action scene. Without giving too much away I blew up a guy with a bull whip–you can read about it in my excerpts–and when I finished up my writing for the night, I had another main character sprout claws and rip half of some suckers face off with one swipe. I mean, there is some satisfying about writing, “He screamed, clutching what was left of his face—which, given that his cheek bone was showing and his jaw snapped free of his skull when the women ripped away the muscles and tendons holding it in place, wasn’t much,” and smiling warmly once you’re realized that’s a pretty chill moment.
So . . . 1300 more words for the grist mill, and here I come and do another 600 or so–yeah, about 5500 throughout the day.
Writing can be a living, and today, I feel like I’ve earned my keep.
Back at it tomorrow, NaNos. See you in the papers.