So I did open up a blank document to dump the remaining rabble of scenes left in Oddball. Last week on the first day, I wrote over 1800 words. And I felt pretty good about that. Considering that I was in somewhat of a writing slump.
It was kind of nice to actually know how much I had written. When I write on paper sometimes I use regular printing paper with no lines. That way my writing has no limits whatsoever. There are times when I can fill twenty pages with very small handwriting. Heh, other times, I fill twenty pages with large handwriting. And sometimes I write a sentence minus one word. Yeah. It flexes. But I never know how much I've actually written. So it was kind of nice to know that I can sit down and slap out 1800 words.
The downside. I didn't write for the rest of the week.
But I wrote this Monday, and my document grew from 1,885 something words to like 4,335 something words. In one sitting. So maybe I only wrote two scenes (I have some major editing to do later). But I wrote over 2,000 words in one day. I was rather excited.
Okay, so maybe that's little beans compared to what you write. But for me. . . I never knew I could write that much all at once. And it wasn't like pulling teeth, like it normally is. I could actually see the characters and their antics. Their faces. I could hear their tone of voice, and their thoughts were so clear. It was great. A good day of writing.
And yesterday, I didn't have a lot of time but I got out about 1100 words. Didn't finish the scene, but. . . Maybe today.