I have been working hard on my latest novel, and my blog has suffered a little neglect as a result. It feels good to be back into a writing routine though, and my fear of writer’s block has thankfully vanished. I even have a second project lined up ready to go as soon as this one is finished. Both will be stand-alone stories, but they fit together with some overlapping characters and timelines that are only a few years apart. I seem to like doing writing stories in pairs like that, because my two pirate novels have a similar relationship to each other.
Even though writing is going well, and I’m excited to have the second project forming in my head already, I found I was stressing a little about word counts and projected completion dates. (Maybe it’s because I have the next project ready to go, actually). To combat this, I gave myself a deadline, and I feel more confident now. I’m the kind of person who works better with a deadline, and enjoys having the pressure of being required to meet a completion date. Not the last-minute, stay-up-until-3-am-the-night-before-it’s-due kind of deadline, but one that is reasonable and attainable with steady work. So, my plan is to have the first draft of this novel completed by mid-February. I might even try for the beginning of February if things are going well, because it’s my deadline and I can do what I want with it! That would probably sound more rebellious if I was not referring to self-imposed strict work ethics.
The other day, some dialogue popped into my head when I wasn’t at my computer, so I scrawled it down on a scrap of paper. Later, I dropped it on my desk, meaning to type it up before bed. Guess who I found eating that paper five minutes later?
I’m sure the dialogue will come back to me, or the characters will say something slightly different. It’s not the end of the world. Although, I am curious how he got the paper. I have a sneaking suspicion that my cat tossed it down to him, probably while twitching her whiskers in a gleeful cat snicker, either pleased about getting the dog in trouble (which he wasn’t really) or about how easy it is to entertain silly creatures like dogs. I have caught her pushing other things off tables for him, once or twice. She’s five and doesn’t know how to play with him, but I can’t fault her for trying!
The rest of this post is basically going to be puppy pictures – sorry or you’re welcome, depending on your viewpoint. And then back to work for me!
Have a great week, and good luck with your own projects, whatever they may be!