This daily reporting nonsense is not only making me crazy, it’s hurting my writing. I realized today that last week I pasted in a scene “as is” that should have been re-written — because I was anxious to report that I had made progress. Idiot. Eventually I’ll have to go back and re-write it. Or maybe delete it. But not now. Now is for going forward and making progress and reaching The End.
So the daily post part of the plan has been scrubbed. I’m not convinced anyone reading this is all that concerned about daily page totals anyway, just that I’m writing. The posts over here will go back to being about whatever, whenever.
For me, writing is not a race or a contest. And I can’t make it be something it’s not. I can’t sacrifice quality for volume. Sometimes writing means sitting quietly and thinking, plotting, seeing and hearing and knowing a scene before it turns into words on the page. I need to write it in my head first. That’s my process. It works when I let it. This month is about remembering how to put words onto the page again, and then regaining the discipline to actually do it. Thank you, Merry, for sending the poem. It made me realize I don’t need to reinvent the wheel, just put it back on the cart.
I still have my (rather short) long-term goal, that feels amazingly good, and I’m still focusing intently on writing this entire month. I do kind of like the page count tracker thing over there in the corner, so I’ll leave that and update it as I go. It reminds me there is an end in sight, however distant. But if it becomes irritating, it’s toast.
My determination to accomplish this goal has not wavered. If anything, it’s stronger now than it was a week ago.