Posts Tagged ‘progress’

The Snowball Effect

I’ve been getting a lot of the same questions from people when I tell them I’m writing a novel. (I’ve stopped mentioning NaNoWriMo, but only because the sheer craziness of it confuses and confusticates most folks).  The most common now, I think, of those questions is: “What are your goals in writing this book?” which is usually followed up with, “I mean, are you trying to get it published?”  The answer to that question will be yes.  But it isn’t right now.  My goal right now has nothing to do with publishing or book tours or royalty checks.  My goal right now is getting the blasted thing written.  It’s a matter of getting the whole bloody story down on paper.

And now, a little more than a third of the way through, I can see light at the end of that particular tunnel.  I think I’ve mentioned to several people that my resolve when it comes to the novel-writing process has historically been relatively weak.  I’ve powered my way through 12-13,000 words and then I lose focus, energy, or just plain get distracted.  I always think I’ll come back to it someday, but as of yet, my four or five unfinished manuscripts are still sitting at 30 or so pages and 12,000 words.  I’ve written short stories that came out to 12,000 words.  This novel is four times that length and just barely getting started.

Today I wrote four thousand words.  That’s about twice what I usually write in a day, and I think there are a few reasons for my prolific output today.  One, I think I was subconsciously still trying to make up for Monday.  Obviously between today and yesterday, I more than did that.  Two, I can see that 50k ‘finish line’ on the horizon.  I contemplated going for another 2500 today, just to put some more words up, but out of respect for my own sanity and my desire to sleep tonight, I decided against it.  I don’t think I could sit at 47,500 and go to sleep.  It would bug me too much.  I would absolutely have to scrawl out another 2500, which could keep me up way past my bedtime.

But that right there is what lets me know I’m going to finish.  The more I put down on paper, the less it feels like I’m doing each day.  The first day I started, four thousand seemed like a mountain of pages and an impossible task for a single day.  Today, though, four thousand was nothing.  It was a walk in the park, and I didn’t feel myself struggling at all.  It snowballs for me.  Getting from 30,000 to 40,000 was way easier than getting from 20,000 to 30,000, and it seems like each 10k words that I get finished with is one more tick mark on the path to a complete work.

So I’m putting my nose to the grindstone, putting my head down and getting it done.  There are two weeks left in the month to win NaNoWriMo, but I’ll still be writing come December 1st.  I wonder how many others will be too.