I passed a 100,000 words on HWF yet again. I'm not finished but it feels like progress - a psychological barrier to help propel me to the end. Its been hard writing this book. Harder than anything I've tried before. Who knows if this will be the one but I'm damn proud of it so far.
I've made no secret of the fact that I'm a big fan of Pierce Brown's Mars novels — RED RISING and GOLDEN SON. The tale of Darrow, the low-born Red leading a revolution against the ruling Golds. Fast-paced, full of twists and turns, it's perfect sci-fi.
Well, the third part came out last week and it lived up to expectations. I found every opportunity I could to read it, tearing through the pages, desperate to find out what happens. Incredible fiction that kept me guessing right to the end.
Us creative types are good at that. We can find a million and one things to do to stop us doing that one thing we actually need to do - the work.
I had a particularly brutal meeting this morning and sometimes you just need to clear your head. Do something that feels cool and will blow the negativity away. So I made another fake SWITCH/BLADE image.
The interest in the book has died once more but that's OK. I still love it for what it was. A beautiful violent stepping stone to the next stage of my writing.
So here's some more images - with apologies/gratitude to all the various sources they've been made from.
100,000 words baby. I hit that milestone today and I'm on course to finish the first draft by the end of the month. The end is finally in sight. I can't tell you how happy and energized this makes me feel. Lots to fix and a new chapter to add in the beginning but the end is close...
So often what we do is all about momentum - getting into the flow. Doing something regularly enough that each time you do it, it gets easier. When you start running, its hard, painful, not fun. But you keep going and suddenly one day, the miles fall away and you're in the zone. Its hard but fun. You enjoy it so much, you're eager to go again. You look forward to it, make time for it, obsess over it. However, if you stop running for any reason, you quickly regress back to those painful early stages and its easy to put off or forget about it - to give up.
Creativity is the same. The more you do it, the easier it gets, the more you have to do it. But stop and the skills fade, the desire weakens and it gets so easy to let it drop.
When I start Writing HE WHO FIGHTS, I had just finished my second book, I had signed with an agent who filled me full of confidence and I finished the first draft in just under 5 months. Working with him allowed the rewriting process to fly by, kept my hunger up. I felt I was so close to succeeding in my dream to being a writer.
Then stuff happened. He closed down his agency to write himself. I moved countries and started a new job that was extremely time consuming. The thought of hunting for an agent again depressed me and demotivated me. Time seemed to slip through my fingers and progress on the book slowed, then all but stopped. I set myself deadlines but each one passed, not me further back. I even thought about just giving up, throwing away 18 months work.
But I know the only person who can stop me achieving my dream is me.
Now is the time to dig deep. Grit my teeth and work hard. Put the yards in, knowing it will get easier. It will get better. I just need to rebuild that momentum.