I’m in a bit of a doldrum, folks. I am committed to finishing the first draft of this fantasy novel. The problem is, life’s insurmountable distractions aside, the capricious thing I call a mind is trying to convince me that the story is boring. That it’s time to move on to work on other things, more exciting things. Everything on the other side is shiny and new and untouched, and the fantasy novel is dull and boring and uninspired.
That might actually be true. It doesn’t matter, but it might be.
So why continue ploughing forward? Because I feel this way as I draw to the end of every novel. I know there are flaws in this draft – the hints I started the novel with that I never brought up again. The guns I placed on the fireplaces but left to collect dust. The shape of the novel evolved as I wrote, but I’m letting the part of me that knows there’s inconsistency cloud my judgement.
So it’s time to write it forward. I’ve said this before, I know. Frequent readers have heard me pledge I’m going to speed this up and finish writing, and yet here I am a month later and barely 10k further along.
To answer the question – I cannot say with any alacrity that Cummings has written lately. A few thousand words here and there, but nothing that distinguishes me as a writer. But I’d like to finish this novel before GeekGirl Con, which means I have just over two weeks. If I apply myself, that should be enough time. I’ve been using Novlr for the last few weeks, and really appreciate it as a soon-to-be scrivener online. I’m working through a bug with the developers (my most recent chapter is being moved around on me), but that aside really enjoy the app. Plus, it lets me utilize my Chromebook completely now, which is always a plus.
OK, enough babbling about that. I need to get some work done so I can settle in for an intense writing session later.