Tuesday’s Romantic Statistics
Hands on Keyboard [September 18, 2012]
I am conquering my Editing Block, much the same way I conquered my Writing Block. Slowly. My biggest obstacle is my writing sickness. I love it too much and would rather write character histories than fix the scene I’m writing character histories for.
Let me put my writing sickness into perspective.
Yesterday, 750words.com informed me that I was on a 120 day writing streak. Ever since declaring war on my Writing Block, I have written over 750 words a day. My total word count for the last four months is 361,172. That’s an average of 3010 words a day. During the week I do about 2500 words a day. My weekends can be anywhere between 2500 and 7000 depending on how much sun I need. Clearly, writing consistantly is no longer a problem for me.
I don’t regret any of those words. Up until last week, I mentally and emotionally beat myself up because I wrote Chrysalis histories instead of working on the real reason to for those histories. I called myself a lazy coward with too much fear to actually step forward and move into the future. Last Week Gwynne was very rude and mean to herself.
In the midst of this unhealthy emotional flogging, I decided to watched a Korean drama Audrey recommended. It goes by the name of Queen In Hyun’s Man. I was hooked by the end of episode three. It’s a romance A plot with an action B plot where the hero is heroic, good, and kind, and the heroine is heoric, good, and kind and they treat each other with respect.
It hit all of my love story requirements. It hit everything I want to be inside a reader’s heart when they read any one of my books. I want the reader to love Raquel and Brandon and feel so very deeply for their plight that when they win, there is loud cheering that frightens the neighbor’s birds into squawking.
I want true love to conquer all.
So, with that feeling in my heart, I opened Chrysalis and intended to get to the scene that has plaqued me for over six weeks. I looked at it and realized that I needed to start from the beginning and put in the little changes I’d learned over the course of 250,000 words and two months. I expected to feel stupid, frustrated, and angry with my cowardly self, but found I couldn’t regret nearly 361,172 words.
In the next two weeks I’m going to finish editing. I’ll send it out to people and work on my query letter and website, so by the time the book is ready to be sent out, I will have no excuses or fear holding me back.
It’s also time to pick another project and introduce it to my writing sickness.