Day one of writing my first novel – or whatever it may turn out to be.
Aiming to have 1600 words or so a day, but not really caring if I do or not, I began this experiment with 1948 words. A good start but there will, I’m sure, be slower days.
I feel I have much to say but I’m not sure if I’m saying it. When I explain my life in Ireland, people seem to think it an engaging story, but for once I’m finding that writing seems harder than talking about it.
I’ve heard that the idea is just to write and not think about editing or fixing. There is already something freeing about the thought of just writing and writing, day after day. I took my laptop to a coffee shop today and found it easier to write there, surrounded by people and activity, than in the silence of my home.
But there is also something exhausting about that much writing. After almost 2000 words, I was bursting with other ideas, ideas for blog posts not for the novel, but my brain was just so drained.
So far, I am more wedded to my blog than an as yet non-existent and short lived book, and I miss the luxury of writing multiple posts about multiple topics, or poetry even! But 30 days isn’t long and I’m sure I will still manage to post something almost daily. I can’t help myself.
But this seems to be my post for today. Just an update. I did warn you that I’d be off writing a novel!
See you tomorrow.