So – other than my traumatic pen-death experience – the recent rush of words has been a lot of fun. Roughly at 15,000 now and though I’m running out of steam a bit, there’s huge satisfaction in so many words flowing out over a short period (about 8 days).
This is often how novels start for me.
I get an idea and suddenly there’s a whoosh! For a few weeks I’ll be blurting them onto a page and then I’ll suddenly run out of oomph. Usually around the stage I’m at now. It like there’s a point at which the story needs to be made more solid before it can continue, and in some cases it is years before I can press-on.
Not sure what’ll happen with this one, but I don’t think my writing demon has looked this smug since about 2008!
Of course there’s almost no setting – I don’t even know what time of day we’re in for much of it – and there are odd little changes of direction that don’t make sense because I skipped the linking bits. There are also a whole bunch of faceless, shapeless characters who just have monikers like ‘the quiet one’ or ‘the other guy’.
Welcome to Pantser World where we just plug a pen into the brain and start downloading inky sketches onto the page!
The down-side is knowing how much work there is in making it a proper draft, but the up-side is knowing that the 15K I’ve done so far will expand out to probably 20 or even 30 once the blanks are filled in. And, because I’m long-handing it, much fleshing out will occur when I type it up.