But it is quite fitting of my writing life these past 3 weeks. This is the first period in my writing-life where I am actually putting off the writing of something and making excuses for myself in doing so. The truth of the matter is that the project I’ve mentioned a few times…the non-horror and rather personal novel…is making me nervous.
I’m enjoying the process of writing it, but I think I am realizing that I’ve never put quote this amount of thought and personal demons/motivations into a story. As a result of shying away from continual progress on this, my other writing is suffering as well.
While on vacation, I had planned to write at least 1,500 words every night…if not more. (Hey, sometimes when the words come, you can’t stop them). But I didn’t even manage 1,500 words over the course of the entire week.
I am planning on using today’s lunch break as the tipping point. I am going to write a bit on this novel even if I don’t feel like it. In terms of this project, it is indeed time to nut up or shut up. 60 pages in and I already know the skeleton of the story and am closely tied to the primary characters. It is looking to be a rather long and uncomfortable book (as a writer and, hopefully, for the readers).
It’s been occupying my head for the past three weeks. It wants to be written. This is simply one of those cases where I have distanced myself from it for a bit because I think, deep down, I believe it has the potential to be the best writing I have ever done…and it’s not horror. And that terrifies me.