One Hot Mess

So, my optimistic prediction of finishing BLOOD HUNT this weekend was ... overly optimistic? Illness has plagued me most of the week, and I really struggled to get much done. Today I feel mostly better and managed a rather pleasing 4k. Huzzahs!

So, only about 14k to go and the first draft is wrapped up. Argh! I'm in Manchester Tuesday - Friday next week, and I'm not sure how much (if any) writing time I'll get as I'll be busy with the She-Wolf conference, and with meeting Kyle's family which is not a terrifying prospect at all. So, yeah, I'm a little worried. I know I'll get it done, but I hate being late with or for anything, and a novel most of all. Still, I'm getting there, right? Right.

 

56264 / 70000 words. 80% done!

The other thing I've done today is once again start writing/rewriting the long-stewing Scarlett novel. I woke up this morning wondering why I agonise over making this story perfect when I could just, you know, write it and enjoy myself. I've spent this evening going through the two original novels (both of which make me cringe now) and pulling together some ideas for the new, improved version, and now I have 2k on The Fire Inside, which is a terrible title, but will do until I think of a better one. Ta-da!

 

2062 / 70000 words. 3% done!

I'm actually making the bold decision to not worry about long this piece ends up being. Novel or novella, all I want is to get it written, and then write lots more. From the age of about sixteen to twenty-five, I wrote nothing but Scarlett stuff. Literally, nothing, unless it was a course piece for university. I have so much material waiting to explore, and this morning I decided that as much as I'd love to see it all published, the most important thing about Scarlett's story is writing it for myself. And frees me from this crippling need to make it perfect and just enjoy the characters I've loved the longest all over again.