Truth time. I am now 5 days behind on my writing schedule. FIVE. DAYS. People. This is bad. I did so well last week; plugging away, writing my weekly goal. But somehow, the weekend hit, life happened, and whoops. There went my WIP.
But besides feeling guilty for ignoring my baby, I must say, I'm excited about every word. No. Every word isn't perfection. (Gosh, no. My manuscript is horribly messy and poorly written so far). Every word, however, is fresh. New. Mine. It's the start of something new and I'm loving where this journey is taking me. Where my characters are leading me.
Writers, isn't it bizarre when we have an outline and while we "stick to it" per say, we never quite know what's exactly going to happen because we have these livable, breathable characters doing things? It's definitely been a learning experience, allowing my characters to do things uncharacteristic of them. I always thought I had to have them do things that made sense. But hello--people aren't that way. Why should my characters be?
Now. Time to get caught up; and set a new goal. Then stick to it. Here's to the next 13K. This should get me to ACT TWO. (Which COMPLETELY freaks me out. I always feel ACT TWO is the hardest. More on that later.)