I did well to begin with; really, I did.
Around three weeks ago, I committed to writing around 200-250 words a day on The Broken, in order to get the book itself completed by the end of the year. That same week, I wrote about 1,700 words, or exactly one week’s worth of writing. I meant to post about it, but never got around to it.
I haven’t written again since.
What the hell is wrong with me?
The exact word count for The Broken now stands at 19,679, or a hair under ⅓ of the projected length of the book. From a chapter perspective, eight chapters are drafted and complete, one chapter is almost done, and a remaining twenty-five are yet to be written. (I realize this math doesn’t quite add up, but some chapters will likely be shorter than others.)
It’s now August; if I want to able to reach out to my editor by December, I have 16 weeks to write 40,000 words. That’s now putting me at 2,500 words a week, or around 350 words a day.
Come on – I can do this!
I really have no excuse for why I’ve been so lax the past few weeks, despite committing to writing; we lost power for a few days after the big storm here on the east coast, but I had my iPad with full charge, so really that’s no excuse at all.
I’m going in to work today, and I must – must – write on my lunch break! I need your help; make me write! Tell me to write! Don’t let off until this damn book is finished!
If I want to sleep – write.
If I want to talk – write.
If I want to write – write more!
This will happen.