I got a little shy of 2k done today, writing on a laptop that I drained like some horrible writing vampire. Drained its battery down as low as it would go. Which was actually only about an hours worth. I figure, in my strange way, that if I just keep writing about 2k a day, then I’m going to catch up before the end. Eventually.
Chibi asks why I write, if I don’t like writing. I’ve pondered this one. I guess it’s not that I dont like writing. It’s just that writing to me is work, it’s not really fun. It takes considerable effort. I’m consoled by the fact that a lot of other (and professional) writers think very much the same as I. So why do I do it? Well, I don’t really see that I have a choice in the matter. I have to write. And when I’m not writing, I feel bad that I’m not writing.
Also, I’m so rather hard on myself because I know I can be slack. And because I want to ‘make it’ when it comes to writing. If there’s one thing in life that I think I can be famous at, it’s writing. Although I do rather lament the fact that I’ve had to take to the game so late in my life.
Novel wise, I’m a hint worried that I won’t be able to fill the remaining 25k or so of my novel. Not too worried, because I really did go into this expecting that I would discover the plot. As it ended up, I didn’t. Even only having a few days to ponder the novel, the characters leaped out and gave me stuff to write about. I do see the need to shift the focus of the novel a bit. John gets too much talk time. Tu gets too much trouble time. More time to see that Tu isn’t just a troublemaker.