This is for Daniel, who tells me I don't blog enough anymore.
As of now, I am averaging 10,000 words a month in the novel I'm writing. That means, as of yesterday, I am just over 70,000 words. There's really just one problem with the whole thing.
I realized at about 40,000 words that what I was writing would never, ever see the light of day. I'm not talking about "first draft problems" or things that can really be fixed with any amount of editing. I'm talking about fundamental problems with the story I'm writing. This story can't be recovered except to be entirely replanned, rewritten and I don't mean like a second draft. It would be more like using scraps, fragments, of this story to tell an entirely new one.
So that's nearly half of my writing that I've now written knowing I would never show a soul. So what's the point?
This is the first time I've ever tried to write a novel. I've told myself for years that I couldn't do it. I didn't have what it took to write something so long, so involved. Even though I'm going to "waste" a lot of time and writing (though how can you really consider any of it a waste?), I think it's better for me to actually finish the thing than it is to start over and still not know that I can write a novel.
I think anything over 100,000 words will feel like a success. At this rate, that's October. From there, I can start a new novel, a better novel. One that I actually take some time to plan out.
In case you're wondering, the biggest failure of it right now is related to story movement. Characters aren't forced to act enough. It's something I'm working on, but it's how I know the story isn't salvageable. There's 70,000 words of inactivity when there should be the threat of ... whatever closing in at all times.
I'm going to get there. I'm going to become more like the writer I want to be. For now, that means finding a sentence or two a day that might say that this experiment has been worth it.