I started writing another novel on December 31st. My goal was to do a January Nanowrimo, and have a draft by the end of the month. We’re halfway in, and I have about 14,500 words, or about 1,000 words a day. Not bad, but not enough to have 50,000 words by the end of the month, unless I pick up the pace. I’ve had several days of no writing, due to a cold I picked up at the beginning of the month, bouts of insomnia, and friends visiting. I’ve learned stuff:
- I need to write every day. Period. Even a break of one day has me struggling to get back into the story, losing momentum.
- I need to write in the mornings, before the day has gotten started. For me, this means waking up at 5:15 a.m. — not letting myself go back asleep until 8 a.m. when I have to get ready for work. I failed yesterday. I succeeded today. I feel so much better about my day today, knowing that I’ve already written a significant amount of words this morning.
I’ve been reading. Every week I visit the library, the perks of living in a small Hudson Valley town instead of NYC. It’s full of books I want to read, the fiction section is near empty, and I can browse recent copies New Yorker to see if I want to borrow them. (I stopped subscribing about a year ago, to save $ and because I want to focus my reading time on books.)
Around 7:00 every evening, I gravitate towards the bath and my books. Which is a bit hard because we only have a shower, but I make some sort of bath situation work. And I read until I have to go to sleep.
(I’m no longer editing these posts, I want them to be free form, like a paper journal.)