I did it…
If you’ve been reading this blog, you know that of late, I’ve been very busy. You see, the edit for A Shift in the Air didn’t exactly go as I’d planned it. The book, while not bad in its original form, wasn’t right, either.
So in conjunction with my editor, I rewrote it. Ally from Upgrade Your Story (who is awesome) and I bounced ideas back and forth, came up with more background, more lore, more depth to the characters and the story and I think that you’ll really be happy with the results.
But that’s not really what this post is about. The revision of this novel is the backdrop. What I really want to talk about today is pushing yourself.
You see, I rewrote A Shift in the Air from scratch. I think I used at most, 5% of what I’d had before. The prologue became Chapter One in a semi-complete form, but that was it. Everything else changed. That’s close to 70,000 new words.
And I did it in fourteen days. Fourteen.
I wrote close to 5,000 words a day almost every day. While working full time. I wrote in the mornings from 6 a.m. on. I wrote late into the night. I wrote every day on the bus to and from work. I wrote at the bar, when a friend I hadn’t seen for a long time wanted to hang out (I didn’t write while she was there, but while waiting for her).
I did something I thought was damn close to impossible.
What else can I do?
Now, I want to be clear. I cannot write 5,000 words every day in perpetuity. For one thing, I ignored almost everything else in my life to be able to do this. My husband did all of the cooking. He did all of almost everything. And that’s not sustainable. I barely ran. Didn’t read. Postponed a couple of freelance jobs. I didn’t do anything but write, sleep, and work the day job.
But one day, I won’t work full time. One day, this will be my full time job. And when that day comes, look out. I have it in me to be awesome. I have it in me to write a book a month. And I have the ideas. I have the motivation.
This process, though there were days that were terrible, and I’m still sort of traumatized over it all, was also exhilarating. It pushed me. Made me think. Made me grow as a writer. All of my future books will be better for it.
And it showed me what I can do when I have to. There are days, for every writer, when things are bad. You can’t get the words out. The words that do come out are bad. But for every one of those days, there are days where the words do flow. Where you can be everything you’re meant to be. Where you can fly.
These past two weeks, I’ve flown. I’ve pushed myself harder and faster than I ever have before.
Now I just have to wait on pins and needles for my editor to tell me whether or not I found myself out over the ocean with no land in sight.