This morning’s writing has taken me over the 100000 word mark for the year. That is one Hundred thousand on the 98th day of the year. It seems strange that this is not as exciting as I had anticipated. It has become all about the story. Right now I’m trying to figure out what the final form of my current story will be. I think I know but I’m not sure how to get there. That is the funny thing though, I’m not worried about it. There is a good story in it and it will take care of itself. Writing has always been seat of the pants for me and the characters often do things that I do not expect. The first novel I wrote and the first published was totally a surprise ending for me. I didn’t realize the solution to the main question of the story until I actually wrote the words down on the page (I was writing longhand then). It was a surreal experience then, and it has happened several times since. I know there are authors who have to work from an outline, others have a plot synopsis at least in their head going in. For me it is different. I start with an image or a simple idea and just start writing. There is something in my brain that chew the story like a mental cud, in the background and solves the problems without my really thinking about it. I don’t understand it but it works.
So what does 100K mean? I’ve gotten to this point in less than a hundred days. When I started, for contrast, the first 100K words took nearly four years to get down on paper. Since that time I’ve written something along the lines of maybe 600K words. It seems crazy when I think about it. I’ve also hear that a million words is the point at which a writer really finds his or her voice. I figure if that is the case I’ll be close sometime early next year. I have also realized that if I was writing full time and didn’t have the day job, I could easily do a million words in a year. Three thousand words is not that much. I write on average about a thousand words a day in less than an hour. With the freedom of several hours a day instead of my current limit of about 75 minutes a day, that goal would easily succumb.
The future for me is that of a writer. I just don’t know quite what that looks like yet. It may be with something of mine going big and me having the opportunity to be that full time writer. It may be me getting up early every day for the rest of my life and writing because I love it. Either way words are magic and sometimes the magic is even hidden from the magician until he unleashes it.