*runs around screaming*

Act II is complete, and because I like the low point of the book to happen because of the characters’ choices as much as possible, it means we’re also at the point where you want to grab the book / reader and growl “what the hell do you think you’re doing, you giant idiot” at most, if not all, of the characters. It’s the Don’t Go Into the Basement, the How Do You Expect to Fix This, the Oh Great, Now You’ve Done It point.

Mwahahahahahaha. Good times.

Act III will be an emotional wringer (as always), but probably shorter than I and II. I am so excited, you have no idea.

 

Another baby-step marathon

As I think I’ve mentioned before, I’m challenging myself this summer to write every single day. I’ve set a quota of 500 words for myself for at least 100 days, which is not much — per day, it’s about a quarter of a page in print or two composition-book pages longhand, which is how I typically write. (Yeah, I know. It’s a necessary logistical evil due to an atypical situation, not a precious artistic quirk or anything.*)

I wrote just under 40,000 words in August, averaging about 1,200-1,300 words a day. This ended up being the last third of the first act and the first half of the second act. The rest of the second act is outlined now, and the third act is sketched out. My goal is to keep writing at least 500 words a day, and to outdo my monthly average at the end of September.  I’m not setting any deadlines for myself about when THR2 will be done — I will just keep barreling forward and see how long it takes.

* I work full time as an office drone. Yeah, that breaks the magical image of all authors as haunted poets in attics. Sorrynotsorry. You never know whether the person next to you on the bus has a complex inner life and writes rambling novels about emotional healers. You don’t know until you ask. I think that’s pretty magical.

THR was largely written on weekend nights, and THR2 is being written in notebooks before I start work and over lunch breaks, then typed up during evenings and weekends. I feel like dunking my hands in an ice-water bath half the time, but it’s getting done.

You don’t need all the time in the world to do what you want to do. You just need to keep going.