Obviously one of the big "goals" in my life is to make a living at writing.
To further the chance of that happening, I need to consistently produce work. Persistence pays. At least that's what I keep telling myself. Sure you have to have some talent and you have a good concept. But most importantly you have to write the book. You can't wait for something to happen without doing the hard work.
I'm frustrated at the moment with my current novel. All of the frustration comes down to two things. The first, I hate it. But that's just because I'm halfway through and I haven't pushed through the hump yet. It's a normal feeling and I know that when I get to the second draft I'll have a greater love for it.
But that leads to the second frustration, the speed with which this novel is being written. Progress is horrifyingly slow.
The majority of the slow progress is due to the fact that my life has been so out of whack. First Steven was getting ready to leave for Iraq. That was stressful and my writing suffered. And then when he left it all but went out the door. I was spending loads of time just trying to make everything run without him. I couldn't give too much attention to my writing.
Then he came back sick. That was stressful and my focus was not on writing. And so, my writing progress continued to suffer.
Right now, everything is back to normal. Or rather, as "normal" as life gets around here. The time has come to buckle down, focus, and get this first draft written.
Right now I'm sitting at the cusp of 30k words. On my last book it only took me a month to reach 30K words so you can see why I'm frustrated as I am at the end of month three.
A young adult (YA) novel falls in the range of 50K to 75K words. That means that I have approximately between 20K to 45K left to write. I'm leaning toward the 45K because I'm not feeling I'm anywhere near the climax yet.
I have decided that escape is much needed at this point. I love my family but I need some time away so that I can work without constantly pouring someone juice or getting snacks or cleaning up after a potty-training two-year-old. I need some quiet.
This weekend I'm leaving the kids with their father and I'm running away to my parent's cabin in Big Bear. My mom has said she'd go with me. I'm very happy about that. It's not that I don't want any human contact, I just don't want to be distracted. She's bringing her work so it's going to be a great big work cramming weekend.
How much writing can I do in two days without distractions? That remains to be seen. I'm kind of wondering about that myself.
I told my mom that I'd like to finish the book by Sunday night.
"Thirty-thousand words?" She asked skeptically.
"Uh-huh," I replied, knowing full well that I can't do it. But hey, everyone needs a goal right?
"That seems like a lot to me."
"It is. Trust me, it is."
On another note:
If you have a moment, please check out this post at Brotherhood 2.0.