There are only 2 fulls days left of the month and I have under 5K words to write to make the 50K goal. Then there’s the editing.
Anyhow what is amusing me about this book I am writing is that it seems to be getting more and more relevant to life.
I linked to an article on my Facebook, which is scary because part of the plot of my book is similar. It’s about living in a fascist country where you can get jailed for saying the wrong thing around the wrong people, jailed with no trial, just jailed. The government treats it’s naysayers like they are disposable and takes measures to dispose of them. Writing it has been a little scary for me, first that I can come up with this stuff and secondly because I feel that we’re not that far from this imagined world. Beyond all of the distopic creepiness there is a (I hope to be) tender love story. I struggle with making it end happily ever after or with how I think it might actually end. That’s where I am now. I keep waiting for the characters to let me know what needs to happen. hmmm.
Anyhow writing it has been a total trip, some days I can barely slog through, other days (like last night) it was like it was writing itself, its like these twists and turns are happening and I can’t help it at all. For me it’s been like reading the story, but I’m writing it, and I have no control. Adam tells me that I can just not write something, but sometimes I have to. The story needs it. So I write it. So strange. I rather like it. I am totally hooked.