…and sometimes the words flow like a newly tapped gusher. I hate myself for spending a good two hours dallying on the Internet before getting down to work last night, but once I actually got to it I crossed 1,000 words and ended up with something more like 1,500 – and I know exactly where I’m going to pick up tonight. That’s been rare lately.
I don’t like to write too much about works in progress, but I will say that while I approached the current novel with an outline as always, there were a couple of gray areas where I admit I didn’t exactly know how characters were going to get from Point A to Point B. It’s that point in Star Wars when the good guys are stuck in that trash compactor, and the weird eye-snake has tugged Luke down into the drink [No, not literally.] and the next thing on the storyboard is they’re all back in the Millenium Falcon making their daring escape. I’m pleased to say that I’ve finally figured out what comes in the middle. Well, most of it anyway. As often happens with a work in progress, a character has surprised me in a very unexpected way, one I certainly would not have predicted when I wrote that original outline.
Recently my creative process has involved far too much not-writing time, which is something I need to fix. I’m going to try to get back onto a five-day-a-week schedule, with a 500 word per day minimum. One thing that’s really nagging at me is the fact that the manuscript keeps climbing in word count, while I’m not as near the finish as I should be. Currently the word count stands around 87,000. My goal is for the final manuscript to be under 95,000 words – but I feel like I’m only about 2/3 through the story right now. I keep reassuring myself that there’s a lot of unnecessary backstory and exposition I can tighten up in the first half, but I still have this nagging feeling that sometimes scares me away from the work. I suppose there are worse problems than having too much novel – like having not enough.
On an unrelated note (or at least only marginally related) I worked in a 5-mile run after work last night. It had been two weeks since the last time I ran, and though I filled a lot of that time with other exercise, I am running the 5-mile Frontrunners Gay and Lesbian Pride Run in Central Park this coming weekend, and I feel very out of practice. They were 5 lousy miles tonight, but at least they were 5 miles.