A month ago, when I started writing my novel, I had in my head the idea that I would keep some sort of running update on my blog of how things were going. You can see how well that worked out.
On the bright side, I have achieved my goal, writing over 50,000 words in the time alotted. I’m up to about 55k now, and completed the magic 50 on the 26th of November.
So how much of a breeze was all this? Well, it started out pretty well, I was up to nearly 25K by the end of the first week. But then reality set in, life got involved, and I had to go back to work. Stupid day job. That slowed my pace quite a bit. But I’ve had some pretty successful days as well, where I’ve written about 4000 words, and other days when I haven’t written any at all. Form reading the forums it appears that other people can relate – there are some who never made it past the first couple of thousand words, and then others who’ve done hundreds of thousands, and one I encountered who’d written a million. A million. That I can’t explain.
And the story itself: well, it goes on. I would guess that I’m about a third of the way through, and as a first draft it’s not going terribly. So far I’m still interested in the characters: troubled and exotic (really exotic) Novan; privileged and sensitive Berlin; loyal and nearly unfazeable Tommie. They’re still holding out so far, but things are about to get dodgy……