Okay, my goal of writing a thousand words a day last week worked. I got out nearly 7000 words and am about one thousand away from being finished with the first draft of an urban fantasy tale with mainstream overtones. I’ve even got the ending figured out. I just need to tap out the climax scene and then wrap it up in a nice dénouement. But now, since I know what’s going to happen, it’s like tearing fingernails out with an eyebrow tweezers to get my muse to perform.
And I’m also a little taken aback at how long this story turned out being. My current “real” word count is 6800 words–1000 for each day, just about. But in manuscript math, that’s closer to 8000 words and by the time it’s done, it will be solidly and inescapably a novelette. I can always fudge the numbers a smidgen on the cover page, but a novelette is a lot harder to sell than a short story. And that’s also inhibiting me. I’m in a “if I add more words to it, it’ll be longer, which is bad” state of mind, and no matter how often I tell myself “if I don’t add more words, it won’t be finished” I can’t seem to shake it. I’m so frustrated.
New plan: coffee. We’ll see if my muse perks up with a deluge of caffeine through our veins. If that doesn’t work, it’s time to get out the thumbscrews.