You may have noticed that my blog posts have been kind of lazy lately, and that last week there wasn’t one at all. That’s because Baroness, my YA steampunk dystopian work-in-progress, has been taking most of my energy. And, for a while there, it really was taking my energy. Draining it. Like some kind of possessed evil fey tome.
Usually when a writing project is doing this to me, there is something wrong with it. And usually it takes me about 10,000 words too long to acknowledge this because I don’t want to scrap the thousands of words that came before them. This time was no exception.
But I finally came to my senses and deconstructed my manuscript so I could rebuild it…better…faster…stronger.
So this week the rough draft of Baroness went from nearly 25,000 words to a little over 3,000 words. They’re better words. Words I look forward to building upon instead of dreading. Words that I will probably not complete by the end of the year like I’d hoped, but that I’ll be much happier with when they are completed.
Okay, enough. Back to writing moar words!