I’m giving myself a star — actually, a few billion stars — for today. 3350 words.
I’ve been trying word sprints, which are similar to wind sprints (athletes should recognize that term). I set the timer for 30 minutes, write until the timer beeps, and then give myself a break of no more than an hour while I think about what to write next.
The writing isn’t smooth or without pauses, but I’m not allowed to get up from my computer, answer the phone (which keeps ringing! drat those robo-calls!), or look up a word in the dictionary. This is writing focused purely on idea — on watching it develop on the page as the words seem to magically appear. It’s like developing a photograph, the only difference being the photographer knows what to expect.
I’m at a point in my novel where I know what will happen in a few pages, but I have no idea what the few pages that take me there will look like. When I started this morning, I thought “a few” pages meant 3-4. By the end of the day, they were 10, and I still hadn’t reached the point where I know what’s going to happen.
I have to assume I’ll get there eventually. I just don’t know yet by what route.