I had thought about it, actually, but so what if I have to write 2278 words per day for the rest of the month in order to finish on time? And so what if my days off are dwindling rapidly and the last day of the month is pretty much shot to pieces. (But for a very good reason — I’ll be taking Riley to get his tumor removed.)
I’m not giving up.
I’m pulling out of the pit of despair with renewed focus and determination.
And a new project.
Events of this past week have inspired a new story (working title: Fighting Back) (yes, I know it sucks) and aside from a stunning lack of character names (and probably place names although I haven’t actually named places yet) and no real clear idea where it’s going or what is going to happen (or even if I have enough for a novel instead of a short(ish) story, I’m pretty much on fire with it. I wrote 880 words before work yesterday. I would have done more but got a late start and had too many distractions. Plus, having names for the minor characters would help a lot as far as productivity.
I do still want to work on my Elven Bard novel, but I don’t have the heart for it at the moment. I think I need to write this first to clear my head and my heart — the main character (and there’s only one so far) is going through a lot of the things I am right now, so even if I never complete this one for publication, writing it is cathartic.
It’s a fantasy, of course. A fantasy setting can reflect reality far better and more accurately than the real world could ever dream of doing.
I think that’s what the best fantasy does — it reflects reality and calls it out and beats the crap out of it.
And I want to beat the crap out of things.