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NaNoWriMo Day 9

How's the writing coming for #NaNoWriMo?

I passed the 10,000 word mark over the weekend, so I'm feeling pretty well at the moment, although there are moments when I feel nothing's going to be written. With this book it has a lot more to do with the research I still need to do than with anything else.

The early stages of writing tend to fall into two categories - extreme ease or painful plodding. The plodding doesn't mean we haven't done research or developed the character or even know what we're doing, it's just part of the process.

We haven't hit the writer's high where everything coalesces into synchronicity and the world opens before us. I've likened the plodding part as priming a pump - the water is there, but we simply have to keep working at it until it begins to flow. On these accounts, the best solution is to shoot for the minimum word count and stop once it's reached.

The ease portion tends to be a gushing well where we have to funnel the water into reservoirs or doing something useful. At this point, writing is the best option. Put the words on paper, don't worry about how they look or sound, just write. Editing can come later, the important thing is to have words to edit.

No matter where you find yourself today, keep writing, eventually the tables turn and the one who plodded will have ease, and the one with ease will have to plod. Just keep writing.


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