I just had one of those writing days where nothing comes out right. My goal was to try and finish editing my manuscript by this upcoming Sunday. Which means I would have to pull off about 4,750 words a day. Well today I had a whopping 559 words. Yup. Off to a rockin' start. Excuse me while I go slam my head into a brick wall a few times.
On Friday, Nikki, one of my RWAC buddies, issued a challenge to write a certain amount of pages/words between Friday to Sunday night. I jumped in with 'yeah! I'm going to do 20,000 words!'. Uh huh. Well Friday I whipped off a pathetic 658 words. Then Saturday I forgot I was doing the challenge at all and didn't write a thing. And on Sunday, four hours of my butt in chair produced about 3,000 words. Much better, but no where near the ridiculous 20,000 word goal I'd thrown out there.
So last night I said my goal for the week was to finish the manuscript. I have GOT to get this thing done. Unfortunately a fair bit of the ending is being rewritten to allow for a reduced word count and to fix what I felt was a weak ending. I woke up this morning raring to go. Then I hit the proverbial wall (probably the same one I'm banging my head against) when it came to writing the scene.
559 words. 32,602 to go, which I believe equals out to about 5,434 words a day. Oh sure. No problem. And for my next trick, I'll be pulling a the Empire State Building out of my ass. Don't try this at home kids.