Today all I could think about was writing, but then I got home and suddenly all that motivation decided it would rather talk to me later and right now there was a really good episode of Star Gate on so it should watch that instead. I’m bad at that. I’m bad for telling myself that something I was really motivated about just an hour before could be done just as well tomorrow and really, right now the sofa/bed/chair is damn, flipping comfy.
I’m getting better though.
See tonight I sat down, [after Star Gate] and wrote another 600 words of Darkened daughter and over the last week and bit I’ve written close to 12,000 words of the first draft. I’m a quarter of the way through and I now how a fully mapped out plan of where my characters, and more importantly my plot line, are going.
Don’t get me wrong, it sucks. It sucks a lot. I’m going to have to go back and tear it limb from limb to try and work out why there’s an arm where clearly, there should be a leg. That, at the moment, is not my priority though. My priority is finishing draft one and that’s what I’m doing.
I’m further than I’ve ever been before and as of yet, the steam’s not run out. So I’m off to add some more words to that 600 that I’ve written and hopefully, in three weeks, Darkened Daughter will be on the page. It’s sort of my own, personal Camp Nanowrimo, just half a month late.