Somehow, this has changed.
I’m not sure if it’s the planning. I’ve set aside time on Sundays to write, in pen and ink (still sticking to that re-creating 1953 atmosphere I talked about a few posts ago). Then I set aside Wednesday evenings to type up and do the first rewrite.
Still, I’ve planned writing time before. After a few sessions, I find myself skipping it to do chores or just laze around – but not this time.
Maybe it’s the plot or the story or the structure – I haven’t planned it out, but as I’ve written, I’ve discovered themes, and a certain structure has suggested itself. I’m not just writing anything, I’m planning and building and creating a book.
I think maybe I maturing as a writer. From fan fiction writing to short story writing to a full book. I’ve learnt how to construct, and how to create a character, I’ve learnt about themes and subplots. Perhaps I’ve practiced and learnt enough that I can actually concentrate on a full book, and this time, I’m finding the whole process fascinating.
Whatever happened, this time it’s working. I’m getting a chapter a week done. I should be finished by Christmas. Who knows – by this time next year, I could actually have a published book in my hand.