Sticking With It
I’ve had a good couple of days, both over 1000, though over the last couple weeks my wordcount has fluctuated from 300-800, with a few days off. Yes, 500 words a day is nothing to sneeze at. But I want to get this darn thing done.
It’s been about a year since I started writing this story. I finished the first draft in … December, I think? If I’d stopped there, I’d have gone through all my revisions and be done by now. Instead, I re-wrote it in first person instead of third, and now I’m changing the entire first part of the plot. These are all good changes. It’ll be a much better book because of them. But I still feel like I ought to be done with it.
I’m actually kind of surprised that I’ve stuck with my decision to try and get published for this long. (About three years now.) The way my brain works, I get completely wrapped up in a project/cool thing/etc. for a while, then drop it and move on to something else. I have a large cross-stitch project that I’ll work on compulsively for a couple weeks then not pick up for months. I’ll get wrapped up in a fandom of some type for a while, then a year later I’ve forgotten it. I’ve been completely gung-ho about starting several different careers over the years.
I’ve begun to suspect that this, along with some other things, are coming from a mild form of ADD. (That might be the subject for another post.) But wanting to be published hasn’t followed the usual pattern. The more I’ve written, the more I’ve learned about publishing, the more I’ve wanted to do this. And I don’t think that’s going to change.
I have literally never stuck with something the way I’ve stuck with this story for the last year. Not to mention sticking with getting up forty-five minutes earlier in the morning to write it. I know that I’ll need that determination times ten to make it as an author. Now I’m starting to believe that I might actually have it in me.