It’s been months since I’ve submitted to the CWC and it’s been a tad longer since I’ve worked on my WIP. Distracted by serial killer poetry books, I didn’t work on my novel.
But now the time is nigh. (Yes, I just wrote ‘nigh’)
And February is a frighteningly short month. A week into it and I haven’t made any progress in the story.
Writing Math Time: Basically I have to write 4 pages a day until the 22nd to get 50 pages done.
Since I haven’t really written anything on this particular book since the beginning of December, I’m trying to remember where the hell I was on the story line. I think I’ve got a grasp on that now–after days of thinking about it.
The writing is not coming as easily, though. It’s feeling like work instead of fun, and I’m in real need of fun right now. I’m sure as I slog through it, the enjoyment will return. Sounds strange, right? Slog through it and it’ll be fun again?
That’s just how it works.
Jenny writes dark fiction that her mother hates. Her stories and essays have appeared in Across the Margin, Pantheon, Shimmer, Black Denim Lit, Skive, and others. When she’s not writing her own stuff, she’s reading mysteries for Criminal Element. When she’s not writing fiction or reviews, she’s writing/directing/performing/designing plays at Springs Ensemble Theatre.