
I set a goal of 80,000 words to be written by the end of the weekend starting Friday. Well, I am very pleased to announce that blew through that goal and then some. By the time I collapsed in bed, I had written over 83,000 words. I wrote just shy of 10,000 words in three days!
I think I'm still in shock over the whole thing. Partially because I set the bar high and was able to go above and beyond and partially because of the manner in which I got there. I still have 4 days before the WisRWA conference. 4 days to write, craft my pitch and practice. I don't think I'll be 100% done by the time conference rolls around, but I am so close to being finished I can literally taste it. I know that I have only 2 big things left to happen before the epilogue and I set up one of the before I collapsed.
I was very productive yesterday and had a very visceral experience with my writing yesterday. When I finally went to bed I was over-caffeinated, my adrenaline was pumping so much that it took over an hour for my heart to stop racing, and I was quite literally freaking out. But, I assure you, not in a bad way. A.) I couldn't believe I had accomplished me goal. B.) I couldn't believe I had written over 5,000 words Sunday. C.) I realized that I had never before written that much and been so close to a completed story before, and D.) I had been in the battle. It had been so real to me that when I came out of the story and went to bed, I was still reeling for everything that had happened in the two pivotal scenes I had just written.
This is only the second time I've had such a reaction to my writing and by far, last night's was the biggest. The first time it happened, Holly might remember, I was writing at the dining room table on a completely different story and I watched my hero basically get up and walk right out of the scene as I was writing. No joke! He just stalked right out and all I could do was follow. I kept writing having no idea what was going to happen. I was freaking out as I typed and my husband had absolutely no idea of what to do. He offered coffee, hugs, chocolate. I just kept writing and what did the hero do? Threw a big monkey wrench into the story and proposed to the heroine less than 25,000 words in. Needless to say, that story is now sitting in a file on my hard drive and hasn't been touched, but I will never forget that visceral response my body had. It took a long time for me to calm down. My own story sucked me in and left me to follow in the footsteps of my characters.
I'm still in awe at what I have accomplished this past weekend. I don't know if I'm ready for Saturday, but I am going to do it. If I can write nearly 10,000 words in three days, if I can write over 83,000 words and if I can keep going even though the idea scares me to death, then I can do this pitch. And come to think of it...I'm not scared about Saturday anymore. My story might not be what they are looking for, but I know that it's a good story and one day it will be on the shelves. I'm going to hold my head up high come Saturday and take whatever comes. Ready or not, here I come!