I think I’ve hit my novel writing stride once again. Seriously. I wrote over 1,000 words today for my in-progress novel, Night of the Lonely Werewolf (working title), and did the same yesterday. Sunday and Monday were equally productive. I think I’ve written more since Saturday than I did in all of July (give or take).
I don’t know what has caused me to get in the zone once again, but I’m happy to be there (I do have a couple theories though). At this pace, I’ll hit my first draft word count goal of 80,000 words by the end of the month. Not bad for a novel I started back in November.
I have been really focused this week it seems, and more than I have in a while. I do know that while I was on a 10-day run of antibiotics earlier in the month, I had zero productivity. The side effects of said anitbiotics were depression and, my favorite, unusual tiredness. I had both and it sucked.
Getting back into my daily excercise routine has helped a lot too (especially the yoga). I also think that I’m enjoying the section I’m currently writing, which always helps. And to be honest, talking to the teens for that Teen Writing Workshop at the Delta Township District Library probably helped fire me up too–talking to them about writing The Magic of Eyri reminded me, “hey, I can do this.”
The 2nd draft of this novel will be both easier and harder than the first–but I’m looking forward to it. Once I get the 2nd draft done, or maybe a 3rd, I’m going to try and find an editor.
