So I am nearing the end of my 50,000 word race and I was golden until I hit 42,000 words.... I have been fighting the writing ever since and 5 days later I am barely at 46,000 words. 4,000 words in 5 days? That used to signify two days of writing, if I was taking it easy. The words were falling out of my skull onto the keyboard and it was smooth sailing. One moment of panic happened early on about what my characters were doing and that was chronicled here and now comes the second crisis. I know I will finish this endeavor but I am sure this 'novel' is a total disaster. 50,000 words of crap that will take forever to edit and still never be any good. Ok.... I knew that writing a 50,000 word novel in 30 days would more then likely end up being nothing but total crap and I also know the actually doing part is where I need to focus. I get all this... I understand the concept but that does not mean I don't feel like griping. I am at a point in my story where I know what I want but I am not sure how to do it. I wrote myself into a world that I know even less about then the two girls I started writing about. But I have an ending in mind, I have my characters more or less in place and I have a story even if I managed to only barely get it across. It is only the first draft and the best part is that it is nearly done. I have 3 days left to go, on a nearly empty tank of gas and a 'car' that just started sputtering but I will drag the damn thing across the finish line if I have to!
WORD FREAKIN' UP!