Last night, for the first time since I began this project, I thought about what needed to happen next when I was trying to fall asleep. I suppose it’s fitting, as I hit the two-week mark today, to actually begin planning, however incrementally. But it was a big leap for me, because I am sincerely superstitious and don’t want to stop writing.
I only came up with the idea for one scene that felt like it would need to happen before the story was over. That will be the first scene I write today, and I will try to write it before I begin word sprinting later, because having an idea makes it less necessary to push myself first thing during my day. I’ll need those sprints later, when I’m once again typing without ideas.
However, the very fact that I began thinking through the rest of my plot leads me to believe that with this story I may have conquered the dangers of overthinking. I’ve had to deliberately refuse to think through my story at all in order to write it, and while that has been working, it also made me feel like the story I was turning out was worse than it had to be.
If I have truly reached the point where I can plan a scene and then write it, without losing the ability to sit and work through my story, then I would consider that a major writing breakthrough. Only time will tell.
Today is my second day of having major graphic commitments to attend to before I write. Yesterday, that meant that I did the bulk of my writing extremely late in the day because that was when I was finally done with my other responsibilities. I am hopeful that I will be able to get more done throughout the day today, so that writing into the next morning won’t be a requirement.
In other news, I am positively obsessed with “Wings” by Birdy. I have Pandora and full access back to my mp3 player, but I have instead listened to the same song 42 times since yesterday. Including during word sprints, when I usually require a high-energy mix of tunes. Random fact. 🙂
Today’s word count: 1,500
Total word count: 38,938
Today’s excerpt: When Audrey pulled away, she took a delicate part of Mel’s heart with her. This was her first love, she knew now. And she didn’t think it could be saved.
“What are you going to do?” she asked knowingly as they both stood.
Audrey looked away, out her bedroom window, as she answered. “I’m going to do what has to be done.”
She paused on her way out of Mel’s room to turn back and look at her one last time. “Aren’t you?”