Although I still tend to want to shy away from the word "failure." It just sounds so...final, doesn't it?
What I'm talking about is my maiden novel, which crashed hard not too long ago, and has been replaced by a sophomore effort that is more appropriate to my
I felt such shame in setting it aside, in not bulling through the revisions and getting to a point where I was satisfied enough with it to call it finished. I've only recently come to terms with the decision, finally understanding that just because it's "on hiatus" right now doesn't mean that someday I can't go back to it.
I know I've mentioned some of this before, but it's just such a liberating feeling that it bears repeating! I just wished I could have picked this lesson up a bit earlier in life. ; )
Things have been a bit up in the air around here - Elf had a dread cough this past week, combined with a low fever that kept her home from school the entire week. I was afraid that she would lapse into the diagnosed-as-pneumonia, re-diagnosed-after-chest-x-rays-bronchit
Despite having her home the entire week, I was able to get a fair amount of writing done: 5,700 words for the week! I was psyched, to say the least. I had set myself the novel-in-90 goal of 750 words or 1/2 hour of work on the novel per day, 5 days per week. Which put me at 3,750 words per week - a goal that, until this past week, kept eluding me. But to be honest, as long as I am seeing consistent forward movement between 2.5-5k words per week, I'll be happy. Not too demanding a task master, am I?
So here's where things stand:
(word count meter courtesy of writertopia.com)