So, eight days in and I am finally getting around to writing a progress report. I’m not going to lie – the first week has been stressful, but you know what? I’ve been enjoying working on this story. I don’t know if it’s because I wrote a plan for the first half of my novel, but I’ve yet to reach a point where I’ve gotten stuck or not known where to go. It also feels like everything is flowing really well.
With one week down, I’m feeling completely different to how I felt about my novel, at this point last year when I was already having doubts about my story and was already thinking that it wasn’t flowing and that the story was just weak whilst not really working. To demonstrate, look at how rubbish last years daily word counts were:
For so long, I struggled to meet the daily word counts, showing how much I really wasn’t feeling it with my story. This year, however, has so far been completely different:
I feel quite proud that every day I’ve managed to be over the daily word count, with the help of some forward planning for the days that I’ve not been able to write. This weekend is going to be another with very little writing, so I’m trying to keep on top of it.
The funny thing is that the further along I get with my story, the more paranoid I get about falling out of love with my story. I’m getting a bit anxious about when I reach the end of my plan, and hope that I can find the time to work on the second half of the plan. But I’m currently still incredibly confident about my story, and that I might actually finish this one. Well, I have written the epilogue after all, so I do know exactly where this story is heading.