Well, I suppose this was inevitable, or at least I comfort myself by believing that it was. Over the past weekend, I did not get any writing done. Yes, the great Project ground to a halt in July. While it’s true that I was sick, and the weather was oppressively hot, the bottom line is I still didn’t accomplish anything. This is bad.
I spent today getting all the disparate pieces of out-of-order text slotted in where they will eventually need to go, and I guess the good news is I can now see where there is more work, and in some cases a lot of work, that still needs to be done. I do still have a pretty long piece of work that has a general shape to it and I don’t hate it entirely at this point. Now to recommit to at least 1,000 words a day and knock out the last quarter of it (or whatever the exact proportion turns out to be).
Now currently I have massive gaps in the story so whether it is finished or not isn’t in question, but I did think it was interesting to start thinking about how you know when a story is finished. The best description or advice that I have read so far (and, as usual, I can’t remember where it’s from) is that you know it’s done when you can read it through and would not add or subtract a single word. The thing is I’m not sure I ever do that when I read through my own writing. Even on the final draft of my thesis when I was meant to just be fixing footnotes and so on, I kept changing little parts of the phrasing.
I think there has to be some kind of point at which you walk away – usually I have used an impending deadline to identify that point – but I’m not sure I will know it when I see it. Perhaps I will need to put my trust in the Eager Volunteers.
Anyway, I hope I will now be un-stalled and get back on pace. I really can get this thing done if I don’t talk myself out of it.
Word Count: 75,160