Commence Kermit dancing!
I’m only done with the first draft of Book 2. And it’s not like I find subsequent drafts any easier. I’m one of those annoying angsty writers who moan and twist over every word.
But I think I did do a bit better on draft one of this book than I’ve done on other books.
1. I came in short. <br>My rough draft goal was 85K, leaving myself a few K to play with to reach my 100K final goal. And I just about nailed that. Well, at 87K I didn’t precisely nail it, but I hammertacked it, which is close enough and still sticks things to the wall. After having to cut 15K from Book 1, I quothed the raven, Nevermore.
Okay, mostly I only did one thing better this time around. But that’s a start, right?
Stupid things I did on this draft that I have done before, much to my ongoing chagrin.
1. Start writing before I know the end. <br>I know myself well enough to not do this. What is my problem? If I don’t know the grand finale set piece, I can’t finish the damn book. Don’t start what you can’t finish. Duh.
2. Start writing while still fuzzy on the character’s Beeg Sekwet.<br>That bullshit about “discovering your characters as you write” doesn’t work for me. Stop trying to do that. Duh.
3. Start writing.<br>Don’t start writing. Every time I do this, I end up with four chapters of throat clearing, navel gazing and general BS (backstory). Don’t start writing; peel out writing. The writing should be going at 4000 rpm before I drop the clutch. Duh.
I like to think I am teachable. I’ll let you know next time.