So far this month I’ve chalked up 5,401 words, 4,833 of them on a new story. It’s not much compared to some of the NaNoWriMo hares out there (keep up the good work, chaps) but it’s a massive improvement on my recent (in)ability to produce first drafts.
More importantly, I’m actually enjoying writing ‘The Ships of Aleph’, which is more than can be said for the process of getting down ‘Dying of the Light’, my last short(ish) story. That one was a typical nailing-jelly-to-the-ceiling-whilst-sh*tting-a-melon experience. I note that this story is likely to be nearly as long though: I seem to have lost the ability to produce anything between 1,000 and 8,000 words, which is annoying given that’s the range most magazines buy.
I know from experience that my pleasure in writing a story bears no direct relation to the quality of the finished item. Whether this story is a goer only time, and my crit group, will tell. However, it’s gratifying to be able to report that the level of chocolate-based self-bribery going on around here has greatly decreased.
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