I had expected to spend today wrapping up the story on my
main manuscript and coming to a conclusion for the heroine. Sometimes though
story pacing can take on a life of its own, and after only 2,425 words I was
writing “The End”, a good couple of thousand words sooner than anticipated.
Still it did manage to limp past 60k, which for a first draft is acceptable.
(Limp as in word count, not as in story, as the story is explosive right up to
the last sentence and I'm quite proud of the ending to this one).
At least I had the other one I’d been working on early in
the week to fall back on, and after a few minutes to reread through it up to
where I’d left it, it was all systems go, and just over an hour later, just as
Marion called upstairs to tell me it was time for lunch, I'd hit 2,101 words and a
suitable breakpoint, making 4,526 words for the morning.
Most writers I speak to, find switching between two
different manuscripts, two different voices something that’s incredibly
difficult. For me though, it seems as natural as breathing. I’m in document A
so I’m in voice A for penname A, and when I pick up manuscript B, that’s voice
B, penname B. Sitting here, I have two more pieces to work on, one for
submission to a critique group (we’ll call that voice C) and the one that forms
the homework for the Monday night course – call that voice D.
Then of course I’m sitting here in my own voice (Voice Zero)
to write this blog extolling the fact I’ve passed the 950k mark.
What’s so hard about that?
If only I could bottle it as snake oil and sell it. Any takers?
Mind you, typing from the confines of a strait jacket isn’t
exactly easy.