This May be Harder than I Thought

Well, comrades, I wrote another chapter, and will attempt another today, (if I can dig myself out of the homework mountain), and I feel that I may have been a little rash with my end of October goal. I want to get this done so badly, but the 31st is approaching awfully fast.

I could get this done if I wanted too. I managed to pull 30,000 words out last year, despite starting out so behind, and I could totally do this one too. However, I think there is something else going on. I have a fear of endings, as I have a fear of titles. I have read so many books with anticlimactic or botched endings, and I am so afraid of doing the same thing. Despite its problems, I am prouder of this story than I am of anything I have ever written, and I don’t want to mangle it. This is why, although I do have a plan for ending it, I haven’t put as much effort into reaching that ending as I should have.

What’s Next?

Did I scare anyone with that post two days ago? Because I admit I scared myself. I sat down today to begin chapter thirty something and then chickened out.

So, I decided I need a goal. Here it is: I will be done with Snow by the end of October. The reason for this is that I have to decide if I want to do National Novel Writing Month again. I have a few projects in mind, but I really don’t think it’s a good idea to start another big project with this one undone.

I work better with goals. I work even better when there is a promise of something flashing a “YOUU FAIIIILLLL” sign in my face if I don’t make it. That’s why nanowrimo works so well for me. So in order for this goal to work I need to take it seriously. I must think of it as a deadline, not just a goal. (Because really, the last thing I need is more stress. We’re officially one month out from election day. Everyone be thinking about who you’ll vote for! Sorry, I work at a campaign. I can’t help it.)

In other news: there’s a new Poem for the Week. Yeah, I get no one’s reading it but it’s fun to update anyway.