Finding time to write with everything else that I've committed to has been damn near impossible. Work will begin slowing down, but writing at work isn't good practice—and writing over lunch is a joke. Too many distractions, too many people wanting my attention. That's 9 hours of the day. Add driving time, let's make it 10. Plus 4–5 hours of sleep, time with the kids, the wife, cleaning, etc. Throw in the editing that I'm doing (less than 100 pages left; you know who you are) and the read-through I said I'd do (starting soon, I swear; you know who you are), and reading a chapter a night of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone with The Girl before she goes to bed, and I'm tapped out. Unless someone has a Time Turner or some Heroes powers handy? Hell, at this point I'd take some Evie from Out of this World time-stopping power.
So, something had to give.
I wanted to get the first draft of what I started during NaNo done by January 31. Considering it's the 25th and I'm at 67K, I'm not sure how I'm going to do that. I proved with NaNo that I can write at least 1,667 words every day on average, but if we're using that same line of thinking—and assuming the story will end somewhere between 80K–85K—we're talking 2,000 words a day, plus everything else. I just don't see it. Unless by chance I really start pumping out the words, I might have to push that deadline to the end of February.
See, the thing about it is that I don't want to half-ass it. At this point in the story, the newly-formed trio is headed toward the outlined destination. They're almost there, and then...the last big reveal...and then the dénouement. Just a few more things to hit between their now and their ending, but getting them written in a decent time frame without glossing over it too quickly takes me a lot of time. Time I obviously don't have as of late.
Okay, enough of that.
A few weeks ago I posted about finding the first "book" I wrote. The year was 1992. I was in the 7th grade. It was called Medieval Stillness. And here's the prologue.
It was in the thirteen hundreds, when creatures of mystery and horror roamed the planet on which we live...or so we think. We begin our adventure in the town of Kheldar, where a family of humans live in a small, three-room, crowded, little house. The warrior, and oldest son, Rak Urgit, is preparing to leave his mother and father, and travel with all his friends through the world of mystery and explore places never before explored by a living being.Perhaps one of my favorite things about this opening paragraph—and I'm being serious when I say that this was the entire prologue—was the fact that I called the house both small and little. That and my tragic overuse of commas in the third sentence.
And now, the only illustration in the six page book, done by my brother.
*License: I made these images.
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