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11/10/2005: "20"
Got 20 pages written yesterday. Which is great, but I have to do it again today. And tomorrow. You get the drift. I know other people do 20 per day on a regular basis, but for me, it's a stretch. Thing is I congratulate myself so much after getting the 20 done that I feel entitled to a break the next day. Then when I don't get the break, I get resentful. Yes, I think we can all agree that I need counseling, but in the meantime, I just have to get the damn words on the page.
I actually really like the book, and that's helping a lot. Sometimes I'm writing and I think it's the worst crap ever written, which makes it hard to be real enthusiastic. I've often been shocked by those crappy books, that in the end they turn out to be some of my favorites. There's simply no telling, at least from my end. I feel very confident that if my editor agrees that it's crap, she'll let me know. I've been through everything from scrapping the book entirely, to no revisions at all, and everything in-between.
I have to do a little plotting before I can begin today, however. Things took an unexpected turn last night, so I have to figure out the consequences. Fun, but time consuming, and I don't have much time.
I also NEED to get back to knitting, but that's a reward at the end of 20 pages and I'm so tired at the end, I've been going straight to bed. Maybe today? I hope. Because most of my Christmas list is scarves for all!
