September 1, 2020 + update

So! I treated myself to a whole month of hardcore writing, with an intention of finishing the first draft of this novel. I ended up writing around 40,000 words total, bringing the whole draft to a whopping (to me) 102,000 that is probably about 4/5 of what needs to be there to complete the story. So—not finished, but progress!

But… I ended up in the wrong place.

After a marathon writing day on Saturday, during which I starting to have the niggling realization that I was boring myself silly, I let the manuscript sit for two days. In general, when I feel this bad writing it means I’ve branched off at some point and taken the wrong road. But it’s (still) a first draft so surely I could just charge ahead? Fix it in post?

But it’s so, so wrong. If I finished down this wrong path, the first thing I’d have to do in Draft 2 is chop off the last quarter of the book. So I hemmed and hawed a bit, but finally decided this morning that I’m going to backtrack and try to make a messy route down the right path.

Sigh.

So I’ve cut back to about 92,000 words, and here we go. Writing continues to be something I’ve done for almost 30 years that I still know nothing about.