If I said that this week hadn’t gone to plan that would be a lie. NO I didn’t hit word-count target (I was 1,164 words out coming in at 3,836), but that’s not the weeks fault. That’s procrastination’s fault. I’ve not knuckled down as much as I should have. In fact, after having feedback on book outline, tweaking it, being happy with it, I saved it and sat on it.
I’ve suddenly been VERRRYYYYY dedicated to ironing and cleaning out the hamster. Why? BECAUSE WHAT IF YOU HATE IT??
What if, I pour my heart, soul, blood sweat and tears, plus ignore my family from now until May, and you hate it? So I drank some gin (and some wine, and ate some melted cheese) and poured my heart out to Mr Aimee and he reminded me that I had the same wobble with Dottie all the way back when I was creating Survival of the Ginnest.
“I KNOWWW!” I whined, “but this isn’t the sammmmeeee, that was just a NOVELLA.”
So he reminded me that Dottie (Mothers Ruined) wasn’t ‘just’ a novella. It was a full novel.
SHUT UP THAT’S NOT THE POINT. Was what I wanted to say, but instead I ate the last bit of garlic bread and tried to explain that Dottie is fun to write. Dottie is easy to write. Dottie is natural and not scary. She’s not offensive, or deep, or all that. She’s FUN, she makes people laugh, you can’t dislike Dottie in the same way as Clarissa and Betty. These are characters I’ve been thinking about for ages, you might not like them.
So then he said “Well, are you going to risk it? Or are you going to quit.”
I hate that he’s sensible. So I went back and looked at the quote I have printed out and stuck in front of me for days like these.
Plus, like my very special friend always reminds me.
So this week, I aim to hit that 5,000 and I better bloody well do so, otherwise he’s going to put the gin on a high shelf where I can’t reach it. Wish me luck, and good luck to you lot this week.
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