So I won’t lie – the last few days have been TOUGH.
It’s been a combination of many things: week two slump, several crucial sex scenes, and shaky character arc that required me to go back and tweak a few things. This isn’t the time for revision, but I had to get a few “points” on the character graph clear in my mind so I could see where I needed to map the next point.
I’ve struggled to concentrate. I sit down and want to do ANYTHING but write. Check Twitter! Check my e-mail for the thousandth time (having key submissions outstanding doesn’t do much for my willpower to stay out of gmail)! I even sat down and wrote the promo letter, gathered up all the mailing supplies, labels, etc. and got my ARCs ready to mail out. Friday, I got my PO Box, so exciting, so now I need to print out some return address labels, then my packages will be ready to go.
But through it all, I’ve touched at least Victor every single day. (Okay, that sounds dirty. You know what I mean.) I may have only gotten 300 words in two hours, but I kept chiseling away at the file, even if that meant a single paragraph a few days back to clarify something. I’m still in good shape for NaNoWriMo and slightly ahead of the midway point. Hopefully I can keep that small margrin. My numbers over the weekend have slowly crept up — I cleared 1400 words today, which is a mountain compared to the last week or so.
I haven’t written in Deathright for several days. I finished Act I and ended with a cliffhanger. Now it’s like my brain needed time to let all that sink in. I know what happens next — generally. It’s just a matter of getting back into that story when I’m ready. As tough as Victor has been, I’ve been afraid to leave him because I didn’t want him to go cold on me. He’s my priority, even if I’m dying to write the other story too.
NaNoWriMo total: 27, 487
Snippet: This is a bit from the rough stuff I wrote tonight – totally unedited. The Dominants are displaying the “reward” for the reality show: their collars. Georgia is the hostess of the show.
Georgia smiled for the camera and reached out to pluck Victor’s velvet away herself. “Oh, folks, just wait until you see what Master V has hidden beneath this cover. It’s so gorgeous, I’d almost try out his crop just to have the opportunity to wear it. May I?”
Victor inclined his head and let her pull the velvet aside. The camera panned in to get the full effect of the large glittering diamond V.
Georgia fluttered her hand out toward the diamonds. “How many carats?”
He smacked the crop down an inch from her hand and she snatched her fingers back, her eyes snapping with outrage. “Enough.”
I’m glad Victor’s a priority. Because I’m dying to read his story… 🙂
Oh – and the snippet made me forget what I was going to say in response to the REST of the post: I’m glad it’s not just me. 😛 I’ve been having a tough time, too, though mine is mostly physical. I can get nasty headaches, and when I do, nothing much happens… Ah well. Time to kick that and get writing! (After a good night’s sleep.)