Last Sunday night I pledged to provide a progress update of Tangled (my novel-in-progress) at around this time every week. I also set a goal of writing at least one chapter each week. That’s when Murphy’s Law set in. Is it just me or is goal-setting synonymous with begging the heavens to put obstacles in your path? All designed to test your commitment to the goal, I suppose!
What were my obstacles, you ask? Well, last week, I started a new job. On my first day as I was given an exciting but time-heavy project with a turnaround time of the end of the week. Okay, I thought, slightly longer hours than anticipated but should still be able to churn out that chapter.
Then there’s the authors’ platform-building crusade I’ve committed to. It’s an awesome exercise to be involved in, but time consuming too – just following all of the crusaders on Twitter took me over four hours and I’ve still got most of the blogs to go!
Then two friends organised (separate) weeknight get-togethers at the last minute. Sure, I could’ve said no to them, but I value my friends just as much as my writing. So when it got to Friday night, with a packed weekend ahead of me and not a word written, I was feeling a little dubious about whether I’d meet my goal of a chapter by, well… now. How embarrassing, I thought, to fail at reaching my goal in the very first week. I was already writing this post in my head, trying to work out the best way to explain why I’d come up short.
BUT… I’m delighted to report that I actually HAVE finished chapter 83 – it meant I had to stay up till 1.30am last night writing and feel like a zombie for most of today, but I did it! Hooray! 🙂
Like last week’s chapter, this chapter is critical to the story, because it represents a moment of crisis for one of my main characters (Ceara this time). I felt quite elated when I finished it, because it’s a key scene in the story, a scene I’ve been mulling over since I started chapter one.
Here’s a little sample of chapter 83 for you:
“Somehow, I had to get from the bathroom, across the dance floor, to the exit without breaking down. Once I was home, then I could collapse. I’d have the house to myself; no one would hear my desolate, heaving sobs. Some sadistic part of me began to look forward to it. Began to ache for that moment when I could totally lose control, could surrender to self destruction…”
Clearly, that’s an intensely emotional moment for Ceara. Very tricky (but fun) to write!
My word count is now sitting at 153,570 and I have around 14 chapters left to write. Stay tuned to see if that drops to 13 next week!
P.S. If you’re interested in reading more from Tangled, you can download the first two chapters.