I don’t know if this is normal for this kind of story; it being so different from what I’ve written before. It’s more slice of life. Sort of. I don’t know what to make of it.
In any case, I’ve hit my goal for the week, surpassing it once more. I didn’t double it as I have in weeks past. I’m okay with this. I’ve traded a couple of evenings of writing with cuddling the cat. I cannot regret that. He’s the snuggliest, loveliest boy ever, and I adore cuddling with him.
Anyway, here’s what I ended with for the week:
Were this one of my usual books, I’d be approaching the climax right now, and getting ready for the big battle and conclusion. There really isn’t one of those for this book. I mean, there is a big battle. But it’s not the big battle. It’s one of many battles.
And to make matters worse, I have to go back and add in some stuff near the beginning, so it’s going to be even longer than I thought.
I’ll be very happy to be finished with this manuscript. Not because I’m sick of it, but because I have so many other projects waiting to be written.
Did I tell you I’m going to be trying my hand at writing a stage play? Well, I am. It’s been stewing in the back of my head for the past five odd years, and it’s finally ready to come out of my brain and onto the paper. I’m not sure how I’m going to balance that with the next project, which is another novel.
Perhaps I’ll write the novel during the week and the stage play on the weekends?
I don’t know.
I’ve have too many ideas. This is a problem, people. It’s a good problem to have, admittedly, but still a problem. Lordy, give me the time and speed to get these ideas out of my head before I die of old age!
Right, I have to go. What have you achieved of late? Sound off in the comments. I’d love to hear.