It’s amazing how one’s drive can ebb and flow. I had a great success yesterday knocking out over 4000 words. It flowed without effort and didn’t feel at all like work. But tonight, I really struggled. I sweated, fussed, turned it over and over in my head. In the end, the hours of work and agony was only worth about 1000 words written. And I’m exhausted from it.
Still Omega Mage is making good progress. I’m at about 69K words total now, with maybe 15-20K more to go on this draft. I plan on draining a bottle of Wild Turkey when I get this done.
If I had known how tough writing a novel would be, would I have still done it?
Yeah. I’m stupid like that.