Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Between Friday night and last night, I finished 39 pages: 11 pages in Broken Destiny and 28 pages in Destiny Renewed. To say I'm thrilled would be an understatement.
As someone who hand writes everything first, those 39 pages are filled with self-editing that occurs along the way. The margins of my pages are filled with ideas and notes about everything from research about a scene to the possibility of moving sections to other parts of the story.
What this does mean is that I have a mountain of typing ahead of me as I only have the first 5 or so chapters typed in each story and I'm up to the late teens in both. That brings a sense of dread to my creativity, though. I love to imagine stories, and I love to write them. Researching them is enjoyable too. But typing is not. Whereas when I write the story, I'm sitting comfortably somewhere (usually my bedroom) and there's music playing, when I'm typing I end up all hunched over and bleary eyed.
I had someone once ask me what I would do if I ever became famous and my answer was immediate: hire someone to type my work. But on this wonderful, sunny day in February, I won't think any more about the drudgery of typing. I'll just continue to enjoy my progress and the ideas I have percolating in my mind for when I get back to the written page (hopefully in a day or so).