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Diary of a writing project. Day 61: Plot twist!

Word count goal this week: 55 000 words
Word count goal so far: 35 284 words

While writing a fairly overly dramatic scene, an idea came up. Plot twist, it is a great idea!
It adds conflict, tension, it creates one more opportunity to interact with a character I thought I would have to delete.
Hooray!

But.

It means going back to the start in order to leave breadcrumbs. The new idea needs a backstory, so to speak. It needs to feel more realistic, more deeply connected to the main plot, and not out-of-the-blue, what-the-heck, how-convenient-writer filler scenes.

It is so exciting though!

Will the idea still ne that awesome tomorrow? Don’y know.
But, it’s boosting my writing motivation, so for now, it’s just a great way to kick off the writing week.
After skipping last night writing session, it feels good to be back on track and super excited about the book again.

Until tomorrow, dear writer friends…

Diary of a writing project. Day 60: In a bubble, a storm

Word count goal this week: 55 000 words
Word count goal so far: 34 139 words

New week, new hope.

Will reading a tons of tips about self-care for writers, and actually making some of those tips happens, like take a walk, eat well, changing up the writing set-up and, a personal favorite, clean up the working area and get organized help that word count reach the top?

A tons of books are hitting the shelves and the online stores these days. As a reader, I am thrill !
As a writer, I find it very discouraging.
So. Many. Books. aka: competitors.

The writing community is really friendly and all, but at the end of the day, all the authors among said community are competitors.
If not for the literary genre they write in, for readers and social media attention, for sure.

Everyone wants to grab our attention. Phones, socials medias, blogs, podcasts, compagnies, they are hunting our attention down.
Every sphere is fighting for it.
In the book world, publishers and self-published authors are battling hard to create something around the books they sell. If only they could go viral, if only they could get on that tv show, podcast, YouTube channel.
But it doesn’t stop there. In the book world, others want our attention: writer platforms (yours truly thank you for hanging around here, by the way), literary agent, freelance editors, designers, proof-reading people. More they often, every single one of them has a craft-book, an ebook or a class to promote.

Writers always had to be entrepreneurs as well. I know. They had to fight to get for reader’s and media’s attention.

But they didn’t have to fight that many attention grabber.

The book world is a bubble. Inside that bubble, all I can see now is a never-ending storm of new-new-new-better-better-better-copycat-copycat-copycat with a twist.

So, yeah, at night, in front of my writing project, it is hard to imagine how I will manage to make my book stand out in the dark, stormy book bubble…

« You only fail if you stop writing. »

I know, dear writer friends…
I know.

Diary of a writing project. Day 58: About dogs and farts, and not at all about writing

Word count goal for this week: 47 500 words
Word count so far: 33 886 words

It’s going slooow.

I find it hard to sit down and write this week. I write anyways, but every time it’s a struggle, and a very disappointing one.

All I can do at this point is not work harder on the current writing project, but take some time off, recollect, gather my strength and make a triumphant comeback back Sunday night.

I feel like spending my days and night curled up in bed with a novel, a cup of tea and the old greyhound I use to babysit sometimes.
He was quite something, that dog. He would come over for some hugs and kisses, then fall asleep in a strange position. And dang, before we found out he had some bad worms in is guts, did he farted some bad mojo around.

My hubby-to-be and his ex brought him back from a shelter in Vermont, way back when.
We couldn’t babysit him anymore, and two or three years after that, she finally gave him away. I was pregnant then, and we lived in a very small condo, so we couldn’t take him with us.
Shortly after she gave it away, he died of a heart attack.

He had a good life, after the racing tracks of course.

I do miss my friend’s big brown eyes and crazy farts though.

I don’t think having him around would make me write more. But it would certainly help me smile.

Dear writer friends, thanks for reading!