Joe’s Post #9
Total number of pages written: 165
Total number of pages it seemed like I’d written: 22,341
Total queries sent out on Desert Rains: 5
Total queries on all other novels sent out: 0
Total pies sent to me by Silk: 0
Pies Eaten this week: 1/8 (a hot apple pie with ice cream)
Funny thing, it really did seem like I wrote a lot more pages this week. After my meltdown, I wrote each day except Sunday (when I tend to watch football and yell at the TV a lot.) I even managed to write some pretty decent scenes, if I can be a judge of such things, and discovered a few interesting things about my character and world I hadn’t thought about when I planned the book.
I had to think on this. It’s not a bad count. Up 40 from last week. I’m happy with the direction of the story. Not a lot of rewriting was done. Not a lot of staring at the screen and wondering, what now, dammit, what now?
Yet if you’d asked me before I looked at the count, I would have said closer to 60. Maybe 70.
It comes down to one thing. I live in a fantasy world.
One of the challenges with writing to a deadline is that it’s easy to forget you’re trying to write a good story and not just pound out some pages. This week, I spent time making sure my scenes were full of action, zippy dialogue, rich, fresh details, lush descriptions, and, yes, even emotion. That meant, as odd as this may sound, that I lived in that world for quite a bit this week, especially when I sat down to write. I made sure I was completely there, saw every pine needle, smelled the sap leaking from the trees, felt the wet loam under my feet and the wind blow my red hair constantly in my face. And by being THERE, by living in that world, I took more time to relay the experience. Simply as that.
Result: Better writing. Less pages. Quality over quantity.
I’m ok with that.