I recently appeared as a guest blogger on a fellow writer’s site and mentioned the trouble most writers have of juggling their busy lives in order to actually get a few thousand words down on the page each week.
A few commented how impressed they were by my juggling – and others shared their stories of what does and does not work for them. The more heated the debate became, the more I couldn’t help thinking this is a great topic for further discussion. And if nothing else, hopefully it will inspire others writers out there to keep chipping away at that ninety thousand word novel they’re working on until it’s done!
Okay, so I’ll go first and then you guys can share your stories until we work out an infallible way to achieve at least the perfect target of five hundred words a day. Why is five hundred words a day the perfect number, I hear you ask….
Because it’s a very achievable figure and it will mean you have written a minimum of one hundred and eight-two thousand words this time next year! Yes, one hundred and eighty-two thousands words which is more than three category length novels or two single title novels. How fabulous is that?!
I love breaking my writing down like this, it gives me the motivation to write something, anything. every single day – and another vital piece of advice?
GIVE YOURSELF PERMISSION TO WRITE A CRAP FIRST DRAFT
When I read this somewhere (I can’t remember which writer said it first – but I’ve heard so many said by so many since!) – my whole perception of my writing changed. I write and write and write my first draft without stopping and the words flow – I guarantee they will for you too! Even if you know in the back of your mind the scene you are writing isn’t quite working, the characters aren’t sounding true to themselves or you hate the scene’s purpose…let it go. You can fix it on the second, third or fourth draft. The aim here is to get to The End.
So how do I work my minimum five hundred words into each day?
- Get up, get kids to school – walk dog, while walking kids
- Write a minimum of two hundred and fifty words before going to the day job at 9.45 am
- 3 pm – Pick kids up from school (while walking the dog a second time), housework/homework
- 4.30 pm – minimum of one hundred words while making dinner
- Dinner, bath, kids slump in front of TV
- 7pm – write remaining one hundred and fifty words
The weekends are the same - building in the words around everything else – one and two hundred words stints are surprisingly easy to achieve once you try. I promise! I’d love to hear your stories….
Here’s the blurb and a short excerpt….
In a desperate bid to escape the bitter reality of her children accepting her ex-husband’s new – and younger – fiancée, Lisa Cavendish travels from the UK to accompany her friend to a high school reunion. Forced to dress as Madonna in her hey day, the last thing she expects is to fall in love with the school’s coach, who seems to hold as much regard for his child as her ex did when he walked out…
Aaron Taylor can’t believe his eyes or ears when he is introduced to Lisa – sexy and funny, she has no idea how her accent enhances the heartbreaking wait he endures waiting for his daughter to call him back to the UK. But after spending just three short weeks with Lisa, he sees the answer to his pain in the eyes of the most phenomenal British lady he has ever met…
Lisa turned, tipped her head back. And took a breath. Holy mother of...
His eyes were the color of the fields at the back of her house in high summer--emerald, dotted with hints of lime. Once her heart kicked back into place, she smiled. “A white wine would be great.”
“Coming right up. And your friend?”
Lisa stared at him. “My . . . ?”
Courtney nudged her in the ribs. “Friend. Me. Remember?”
Lisa snapped her head round to find Courtney staring back at her with eyes alive with mischief. “Did something or someone distract you from remembering I am here?” Smiling, she turned back to the hunk of burning love behind the bar. “I’ll have a glass of white wine too, please.
His smile revealed perfect teeth except for the slight turn of one that Lisa had the sudden urge to lick. She pulled her shoulders back so fast they clicked in indignation. What the hell was she thinking? Since when did she want to lick men’s teeth? Clearing her throat, she focused on what Courtney was saying.
“So, you’re still here. What’s that all about? Scared to leave Summerville High and go out into the big bad world?”
The bartender's smile stretched to a grin as he topped off their glasses before holding them out. “I teach here now. Physical Education. But before that, I spent five years in the UK. Biddestone to be exact.”
When Courtney turned, drinks in hand, the mischief in her eyes darkened to almost manic proportions as she wiggled her eyebrows while shoving a glass into Lisa’s newly clammy palm. “Well, now. The man lived right around the corner from you.”
Smile frozen in place, she glared at Courtney, certain she likely looked like Madonna high on LSD rather than the sex-bomb she’d being aiming for when she’d left the house. She took a sip of her wine and met his eyes once more. Phenomenal. Absolutely phenomenal.
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