gib·ber·ish (jbr-sh) noun
My 18k words make no sense now. When I started, I had a direction – well, sort of anyway. Somewhere around day 3, I changed direction and then around day 5, I changed again. Early this week, I once again took a left turn.
This week, my writing took on a life of its own and now looks like gibberish. Of course, being dead tired and falling asleep over the netbook doesn’t help. I typed a bazillion words the other night and have no idea what I wrote. That’s how tired I am. Gibberish, pure and simple.
Funny thing about self-imposed deadlines, they are exhausting. I work well under pressure, always have. However, this pressure is daunting and is wearing me out.
What I learned in Week 2:
1. I still suck at dialogue.
2. Forget the chapters, essay writing is so much easier.
3. Falling asleep at 8:00 pm (or thereabouts) does not make me an old fogey.
4. I have forgotten what the food groups are and made my own – caffeine.
5. Texts from the Mr asking me if I’m writing and what my word count is bugs the heck out of me now.
6. I’ve told too many people about this, I can’t quit now. (I wouldn’t anyway, but the thought has crossed my mind many times this week).
7. My “inner editor” is still a bitch and she still won’t STFU.
8. I write great gibberish.
9. On the other hand, I must be writing better, as the WordPress proofreader only made one suggestion this time!
I have to reach the half-way point (25K words) this weekend as we are literally half-way through the month. I’m delighted to add more gibberish to the pot. What the hell, I’ve nothing to lose at this point.