I stayed up until the time changed last night starting my new novel. Well, restarting. Because it’s a rewrite, remember? I got 1,800 words done before bed.
Well I woke up this morning after having had a Hollywood movie-style dream. I think I’ve reinvigorated the creative part of my brain now that I’m writing again. And damn, the dream I had started swirling in my head. I usually forget my dreams, but not this one.
So when I sat down to keep writing after lunch this afternoon, I had no desire to continue my novel. I was so pumped for this rewrite. It was going to be awesome. I had enough plotted that I felt like I was going to have a semi-decent piece of work at the end of the month.
But I don’t want to write something I’m not feeling. And I am just really not feeling it today. And if I’m being honest with myself, I wasn’t really feeling it last night either. But I pushed through it. Figured it had just been awhile. I just needed to power through and then the excitement of the story would come back. It didn’t.
So. I made the executive decision.
I’m starting over.
I’m still aiming for 50,000 words on this new piece. I mean it’s still Day 1. Worst comes to worst, the 1,800 words still count. I still wrote them in November.
I’m running with a play off the dream I had last night. But I’m writing by the seat of my pants. Once I have a more definitive idea of what the hell I’m doing, I’ll try to share a brief summary or something. But right now, it’s still building itself.
How’s your novel going so far? Hopefully better than mine!