Adventures in SP #2


I spent a good portion of the month of February writing. Nearly every day, in fact, and at the end of the month I had around 30K words. Not too shabby! And then life got in the way.

For those of you who don’t know, we own a bookstore. I really nice one, if I do say so myself, but we just opened last October. I do the marketing, advertising, accounting – although I have a real one on retainer for the tricky stuff, like when I have to do math – and booking events, writing the store blog and bi-weekly newsletter, etc., etc. We do still have a kid at home too, and the spring of 8th grade year is always busy with things like graduation and confirmation and getting the high school paperwork ready. Plus we had company come in, and a houseguest for a month – although it’s my stepmom and she is a GREAT help at the bookstore!

So, I got busy…with all that and a few other things besides. But I still wrote, just not as much or as often. I also have a tendency to go back through the WIP quite often, adding and deleting but mostly correcting. By the end of June, and a bit into July, I’d added another 20K words.

Now, it was crunch time. I was getting tired of procrastinating and I told the fam: okay, this is IT. I’m going to finish this book! And I did. I set the date of July 28 and, at 10:00 p.m. that night, I finished. 30K words in two weeks.

Someone told me that Stephen King once said that if one writes 2K words a day, that’s a good day. On one of those last days I wrote 6K. Took my hands a full day to recover!

So, just a tad over 80K (okay, 83,202) in six months. Not too shabby.

How often do you write? How many words per day, or do you not keep track? Do you write every day? Most days? Whenever the mood strikes (or the muse insists)?

The Story Behind the Story, aka Adventures in SP #1


Actually, it’s “2” since I used part of this title a few days ago, but let’s not quibble.

About seven months ago, having an extensive online portfolio of non-fiction on the web and having played around with writing a novel for many years (okay, decades), I got hungry.

Yes, literally – and decided that chips and salsa would really hit the spot! Unfortunately for my digestion, that happened around 10:00 p.m. So I ate, I slept, and I woke up. At 3:00 a.m.

Had the craziest dream. Well, maybe not for me, but still. I was wide awake, thinking about the scene that had just unfolded in my subconscious:

A young woman – no, not a teenager, this chick was close to 30 years old – was kicking butt and taking names in a gas station convenience store of all places. There were three antagonists, all threatening in some manner, and a clerk cowering behind the register. This woman, our heroine, reacted to the threat and shot the bad guys: BAM, BAM, BAM!

Cool, huh?

So, I was wide awake. I thought, “Damn, I should get up and write this down, this is GREAT STUFF!”

Actually, before that thought had fully finished, I’d fallen back asleep. I do that. Sleep, that is. I don’t do middle-of-the-night stuff very well. Ugh.

Morning came, that dream was still with me. Clear as a bell. What wasn’t clear was the who-where-why-how. So I started writing.

What about you all? How do you get ideas? Chips and salsa? Dreams? Something else? Maybe I’m just weird but then, I’m a writer. I think we all must be pretty weird.