Sometimes I wish people would pay me to do things like see how long I can wear sweat pants.
Or see how long I can live on chocolate and popcorn.
Or see how long I can waste time not writing books.
But no one is paying me to do those things, thank goodness. And I am trying my hardest to do the opposite–wear real clothes, eat vegetables and maybe write a book.
Today was a step in the right direction. I did wear sweat pants all day. I also found a chocolate egg under my bed BUT I read through my entire WIP which has now hit the 40,000 word mark.
Forty thousand words! And I’m not even close to being done! This is a big deal for me because my first book was about three words and my second was five. My third is a few more. Like twenty. I’m not trying to write more words, by the way, it just keeps happening.
So this is exciting.
But there are problems.
Problem #1: I don’t know what should happen next and everything I try feels wrong.
Problem #2: I think maybe I just need to mess around in the 40,000 words I already have to figure out what needs to happen in the last fourth of the book but then I’m worried I’ll mess around too much and make things worse.
Problem #3: I have a sinking feeling that besides the ending, the whole book needs something more. A new layer. Or a few new layers. And in order to do that, I’m going to have to tear the whole thing apart, throw things out, move other things around, all to make room for some new elements that might not work.
Problem #4: I may be lazy. Because I don’t want to do it.
Tomorrow my goal is to mess things up.
I may start a new document so it doesn’t feel as painful.
Where are you in your WIP?
Throwing Up Words 