The only reason I haven’t been posting, is beca– Okay, I thought I hadn’t posted in a lot longer than, um, 1 day… I guess that’s what blogging does to you, when you post multiple times a day and then, you know, NOTHING for one ENTIRE day. Anyway, the reason is that I haven’t advanced on my novel. And because I’m a hermit nothing else goes on in my life.
And though my word count hasn’t gone up much, in fact it’s gone down (22 009 no longer exists…), I have thought a lot about my novel. Word count when down because some of what I’d written no longer made sense. See, one day I gave writing in a non-linear way a try. And look where that got me. I ended up feeling like I had 22 009 words when really 500 or 600 of those words would have to be cut or rewritten. I did keep a copy though. (Did this make sense?)
New title: Breathe (instead of "Learning to Breathe")
Word count: 21 875
I’ve also told myself that word count doesn’t matter that much. My novel does not HAVE to be 50 000 words or more. If it’s only 40 000, that’s fine.
Playing with Darts:
I’ve been thinking about it so much that I feel like it’s the novel I’m working on. But I’m not. Maybe I could try writing two novels at a time…
Kayleigh’s wise conscience who she never listens to: NO! DON’T DO IT! You know it’s a baaaad idea.
Kayleigh’s Devil: Do it, you know you want to write it. *nudges novel* Tell her.
Playing with Darts: I want to be written. Write me now. I command you!
Conscience: Please don’t do it, you need to keep working on the plot. You know plot is your weakness.
PwD: But I’ll be so much fun to write. There’s fighting, romance, death, vampires, kickass humans… And let’s not forget all those brilliant scenes you have planned for later on that have Buffy-worth dialogue and emotions.
Devil: Listen to your novel…
Eloise, Kayleigh’s sister: Let’s watch Blade II with chocolate and popcorn. Alone in my room with no interruptions.
Kayleigh: Yes! There could be fizzy drinks of some kind involved. (That’s a Buffy reference, season 7, about putting Angel and Spike in a room and letting them wrestle in out. "There could be oil of some kind involved." Hence title of this post.)
"Quickly, to the Angel-mobile, away." Except it’s Batcave #2, not Angel-mobile. (I have Batcave #1 and my sister #2.)
PS: Batcave=bedroom, for those of you who AREN’T hermits.