One of the things about doing this writing thing as a job (aside from the fact that nobody tells you ahead of time that your ability and time to *read* will decrease to a depressing degree) is that there are deadlines. It’s no longer just going along for the fun of it, seeing where the story takes you. You’re expected to turn books in on time.
The book I’m working on right now was due Friday. Yes, sadly, the Friday five days ago. Matters out of my control caused the last book, and now this one, to be late, and I *hate* that. Hate it with a fiery passion.
So February is Writing Blitz Month for me, while I try to catch up.
Typically my daily word goal is 1100 words, which makes a book in about 4 months. That works out pretty well, generally. But right now my minimum goal is 1756 (a number which will look somewhat familiar to the NNWMers out there), which would put me at the anticipated length of this book by the end of March. That would…do. It’s not ideal, though, so I’m trying to do better.
This week it’s about nose to the grindstone. I’m aiming for 5K a day, Monday through Friday, with Saturday off. Goal for the week, including Sunday: 27,000 words.
Next week I’ve got a lot going on: a trip to Dublin for professional stuff, and holiday time with my husband. So I’m not doing the Blitz next week, and will settle for 2000 words a day, again with Saturdays off (I’ve learned that I really do need one day a week off). Week after that, The Blitz is on again.
Aiming for 80K this month, all told. I haven’t written that much in a month in a long time, but needs must, and I hope I can do it. I’ll settle for breaking 100K on the book (which I anticipate coming in around 140K), but if I can pull off 80,000 words in February I’ll be very pleased.
And that’s a fair bit of what this job really is about. You don’t wait for the muse. You don’t want for inspiration. You go sit down and you write, and the truth is that by the time you’re done with edits and revisions and polishing, nobody’ll be able to tell which parts were inspired and which parts were like pulling teeth.
Better get back to it.
*I don’t believe NNWM is for weenies. That was a joke.