This blog started off has a way to document my daily adventures abroad in university, but it was also very much a place where I wrote about writing. It was such a part of this blog in fact that I didn’t even have a category for all the posts about my book and instead I eventually created a whole other blog for all that stuff: precariousreader.wordpress.com. But I still post about it here, and now is as important as ever because I’ve reached a special…horrible…milestone.
I didn’t really consider it my resolution, but around January 1st, I got fed up with how long SC, my big bad book, was taking to finish. My—well, my resolution, to this issue was to write 500 words before bed every day so I’d finish it faster. And for the first week, with the help of late nights and coffee shops, I did it.
After I plotted two books beginning to end, I thought I’d write them a lot faster. Instead, I seem to be writing at the same pace as I’ve always written, and due to my limited time, my word count has grown at an even slower pace than it did when I wrote the first draft with no plan at all.
I’ve spent the last few days posting on my Bookstagram and plotting out my novel, SC. If I’m going to start over again, I’ll make sure it’s the last time I do so, at least to this extent.
January is dangerous. It can make you think about what you’ve done and what you’re going to do, and whether it is enough.
James likes Willow. Willow likes James. There’s nothing standing in their way…right?
Oh dear, has it been six days already? My break will be over before I know it!
Like every university student, the first couple of days after my break were spent in bed with my laptop, just happy to be done.
It is not yet December, but the first wave of homesickness has hit. It’s small and manageable, but it’s early. I don’t usually start feeling homesick until the semester has officially ended and I’m a few days away from going back to Canada. Hopefully it won’t get to be too bad before I go home again.
I did a tag thing and answered all the questions and was about to tag people at the very end when my internet decided to go kaput and I lost everything.
Save.
I am now saving everything I write as soon as I write it.
Save.
But I’ll stop saying ‘save’ now because I can see how that could get annoying.
I realized that Wednesday was the one-year mark for how long I’ve been writing in my blue coil notebook.
