This month has been a complete and total waste–so far. Three chapters in less than three weeks means that my current win streak is over. Not to say that the past couple of months haven’t been liberating, but I wish August had been a little more kind to me than it has been thus far. But I suspect that all my energy reserves had been depleted after a vigorous summer of writing non-stop.
However, I have broken the 200K word count barrier for The Vampiress Hunter today, so all that remains is the 30,000 to do before the next month’s goal and deadline. I do have to get a start on The Lost Princess and The Life of Pi for the coming new year and that means a lot more writing ahead of me. But it also means a couple new goals to set in the interim.
I’m hoping that the fall and winter months are as productive–before December comes calling and it’s another job of bell-ringing for this out of work writer. (I have since given up looking for work because…no jobs and nobody interested in hiring the chronically unemployed. And I’ve already had long discussions with people about going back to college and facing the same hurdles coming out: Being overqualified and having no work experience, plus being out of work for almost twenty years. (How do you explain that to employers?) )
But I think I can nail down 1.5 novels before then. But as it stands, inspiration to write only strikes when you want it to, not because it has to.