Sometimes I wonder where my word count goes. 1667 per day doesn’t seem enough when I’m really getting in to something. But it’s a good place to stop because I have other things I need to do, like finish a galley and start critiquing a manuscript for a friend that’s relying on me.
And like I said yesterday, every time I think I’m nearly at the blood magic party, something happens that adds drama and conflict and I can’t quite get there yet because what I’m writing is setting it all up and is so full of awesome. Like today, when Tina punched Lachlan in the face for being an asshole (yay #teamniceboy!). And in fact, I only really wrote about 1K worth of that part because earlier in the day I suddenly saw Tina confessing to Ten that she’d been the one to stake Noah and I had to write 500-ish words worth of that scene down, even though it’s not due to take place until after the party.
Eh, you take what you can get when you’re a writer. I used to write sporadically, all over the place. I’ve tried to train myself into being a more linear writer and for the most part it’s worked. I occasionally get snatches of conversation I need to write down and save for later.
I might come back and write some more after I’ve finished my book. I’ve been looking forward to the party scene so much now I’m quite scared anything I write on the page won’t stand up to what I see in my head.