Hey, I'm back with something to say and it hasn't been six months since the last time! That must mean that I have more time than I know what to do with. Or it means that one of my kids is sick and I didn't get dressed today and I'm spending that extra fifteen minutes here.
Things are going pretty well with the second novel. I am finding it surprisingly easy to rack up a good word count every day. It feels weird, actually. Maybe it's because it's been a long time since I wrote novel-length and I'm not fussing (as much) over every word like I do with short stuff? Or maybe it's because it's a first draft and I'm not worrying about the details as much as I do during other drafting rounds? Or maybe it's because I'm writing with a solid scene-by-scene outline this time, an actual map of where I want to go and how to get there, unlike last time when writing my novel felt like Emile Hirsch looked when he acted his final scene as Christopher McCandless in Into the Wild? Or maybe I'm just writing easy sentimental garbage. In any case, I'll find out sooner than I was expecting to because at this pace, I'll be done my first draft in a few months.
Erin Bedford, writer.