Book 1 – 31,746 (1,043 words written)
Summaries – 1,611 (490 words added)
Notes – 20,380 (1,400 words added)
Characters – added to
Every day I wake up with the same fear. Do you want to know what it is?
That I won’t have the answer.
“What answer?” you might ask.
The answer to…what happens next?
The funny thing is that when I put my mind to it, each day, and ignore the fear – I come up with the answer. I think I worry about word counts because that’s somehow easier than the deep-rooted primal fear that I won’t have an answer and I won’t be able to progress. Oh lord, the horror of it, the horror of an unfinished tale!
Which really, if you think about it, is quite reasonable. I have just recently (in the past few months) actually FINISHED a fictional writing project. And it took how long to get done? Thirteen years of on again, off again (mostly OFF) writing?
No wonder I am consumed with the fear.
But along the way, and I’m still early on in the path, believe me – I have learned something very important.
It’s MY story. And it is MY ideas. And it is MY answers.
Not what you want or the girl down the street. Or the lady across the hall. It’s not about what my parents expect or what will please the majority of the reading audience. I’ll leave that for the edits and editors thank you very much.
It’s my fucking story. When I understand that, embrace it, and believe in myself…the rest follows.
And when it doesn’t? Well, that would be because I’m busy running away from myself. A very annoying, non-productive, and limiting thing to do.
Just keeping it real, folks.