Weekly word count: 20,018 words
Average: 2,860 words per day (compared to 2,853 last week)
Most productive day: Sunday 24 Feb, 4,479 words
Least productive day: Friday 22 Feb, 1,754 words
What got me to back on that particular Clydesdale? I came up with a new angle. After tapping out a few hundred words, I paused to write the following:
By jove I think I’ve cracked it. (Yes, this is how I actually write to myself.) A way to ground the story and simultaneously untether it from the pesky demands of realism… It’s unique, voice driven, speculative, out-there, heart-felt, cool. I’m there. I’m really there. Tonight I will write 6000 words. Tomorrow I will write 4000 words. In the weekend I will write
Ahem. Well, I got to 3,000 words, then the doubt set in. Like, is it such a good idea to start so many sentences with Maybe? Wasn’t it better before I started tampering with frame narrations?
So I went back to working on short fiction. Did I chickened out? Yeah. But I’ll get back to it.
I’m writing and reading more short fiction than I have at any time in my life so far, and I’m enjoying it.
Does enjoyment = good fiction? Not always. But I don’t think you have to starve in a garret suffering from syphilis, insomnia, a broken heart and an unshakeable self-hatred to write good fiction. It might help in some cases, but I’m going to leave that as a last resort.