Last Word Count & Chapter Count:
Current WC & CC (or SC):
*Ashamed face* Acck I know, I didn’t do that great. Hopefully I can step it up in the next few weeks because I want to get this first draft done soon …
WIP Issues this week:
Obviously motivation was a problem for me this week. I haven’t written in like … three days, and I don’t really have a good excuse. I’ve just been feeling really discouraged and overwhelmed lately, but hopefully I can get over it.
In particular I think I’ve been worrying a lot about how likable my characters are. I think the problem is that I know a lot about my central characters but it’s hard to get it down on paper without info-dumping and whatnot. I also have a lot of secondary characters who I don’t know that much about and I’m afraid they’re going to come off as boring and/or unlikable. I know I can always go back and flesh them out more later, but I’ve still been stressing out about it.
What I learned this week in writing:
That I need to stop worrying about all the tiny details when I’m still on my first draft. One of my biggest writer-flaws is that I always think ahead too much … Even when I’m writing a rough draft I put too much pressure on myself to make it perfect, when I know that’s impossible. I know there are a lot of flaws in my WIP, but that’s something I can face when I’m in the revision stages. At the moment, the most important thing is to get through this first draft––especially because it’s been taking me so long!
What distracted me this week while writing:
Mostly stupid things on the internet like Facebook, Tumblr, YouTube, CuteOverload … Haha. I’ve also been stressing out a bit about my upcoming college semester, and when I get stressed out I start feeling kind of anxious/depressed which makes it harder for me to feel motivated. But after angsting for a few days, I feel better and I think this semester is going to be fine … And I also feel a bit more confident about getting this draft done, so hopefully it’ll only take me a few more weeks or so.
Last 200 words:
I seem to have settled into a state where I barely allow myself to think or feel anything anymore. Whenever I start to worry, I just squash it down into the recesses of my mind and try to forget where I am and what’s happening. The reality is just too difficult to accept.
A few minutes pass, and I find myself going into an almost meditative state. My eyes look forward but don’t see anything. The silence fills my ears until it’s a loud roar that seems to fill my skull.
Then I hear something behind me––the door opening. When I quickly turn around, I see it’s Gavin coming out of the store. I immediately straighten up, as if I don’t want to be caught looking lazy, although I don’t know why it would matter.
“Sorry,” Gavin says, smiling as he walks towards me. “I didn’t mean to scare you or anything.”
“Oh, you didn’t,” I say, crossing my arms again. “I was just … you know, thinking.”
He stops next to me, surveying the parking lot. When we’re standing side by side, it makes me realize just how tall he is.
“I hope I’m not bothering you,” he says.