Chapter 1: Mrs. Apron's garden
Sep. 8th, 2003 10:54 amAs an experiment today I decided to see how long it would take to write 2,000 words. I didn't want it to be a simple free-write; it needed some preconceived characters, situations and storyline. So while I was walking this morning, I put some ideas together, then came home and started writing.
It took about 80 minutes to pass the 2,000 word mark, which was faster than expected. At that rate I still have time, in my three hours. to work on other writing projects. And I could afford to take one day a week off, and still finish more than 50,000 words in a month.
Actually I'm delighted with the result. It's, at the very least, a first chapter for an idea I could happily work with for a few weeks.
What's most daunting is the intense creative head space I go into when I write this way. It's not even 11 a.m. and I'm exhausted. I have time to work on this for another hour today, but no way, I need a break. Something different, please.
Do I really have the guts to do this every day for a month? Will I have enough fresh ideas to keep it rolling, one chapter after another?
Forget about guts! This is what I want to do with my life, after all. I've worked this way before, and found it fulfilling. The only way to find out is to keep going. Tomorrow.
To my inner whiner: Shut up!
This is the first draft of a first chapter of a children's fantasy novel, very slightly edited. If anyone has time to read it, I would be delighted to hear any constructive criticism you might offer.
( Chapter 1: 2,179 words. )
It took about 80 minutes to pass the 2,000 word mark, which was faster than expected. At that rate I still have time, in my three hours. to work on other writing projects. And I could afford to take one day a week off, and still finish more than 50,000 words in a month.
Actually I'm delighted with the result. It's, at the very least, a first chapter for an idea I could happily work with for a few weeks.
What's most daunting is the intense creative head space I go into when I write this way. It's not even 11 a.m. and I'm exhausted. I have time to work on this for another hour today, but no way, I need a break. Something different, please.
Do I really have the guts to do this every day for a month? Will I have enough fresh ideas to keep it rolling, one chapter after another?
Forget about guts! This is what I want to do with my life, after all. I've worked this way before, and found it fulfilling. The only way to find out is to keep going. Tomorrow.
To my inner whiner: Shut up!
This is the first draft of a first chapter of a children's fantasy novel, very slightly edited. If anyone has time to read it, I would be delighted to hear any constructive criticism you might offer.
( Chapter 1: 2,179 words. )


