Yesterday was a bit brutal. I had set the date aside as my rough-draft day for this month’s short story, “Faith, In Layers.” Silly me, remembering the Chekhov year’s mad-dash rush-to-the-finish-line style, I figured: sure, one day, I can get a rough draft of a 5k story done. After all, I usually write Thief Dilemma chapters in one day, and those are easily 6k each.
I thought: 5k? No problem! With a little focus, I can get that done.
I thought: It has to be short anyway, so all the better if I’ve got a time restriction.
I thought: I’ve got it all plotted out, so it’s really just a matter of putting down the words.
I thought: It’ll may be a little tough, but I’ll get through it.
I thought: Writers are writers because they put their butts in their seats and WRITE. So shall I.
I can honestly say, yesterday was one of the most painfully brutal writing days I have ever had. But five hours, two drafts, two re-written scenes, several re-plotting sessions, and 6,880 words later, I FINISHED THE DRAFT. “Faith, In Layers” is now officially in zero-draft (or maybe even first-draft, since there was a significant amount of rewriting from an older draft that took place), and I must say, it was a bit torturous to get it done. I whipped off the last few lines just a little past midnight.
But it’s (sorta) done! At least I have something to edit, now, and I’m pretty sure there will be plenty to edit. But for right now, I’m not thinking about it, not worrying about the reworking.
*phew!*
I’m glad it’s topped-off, though, because today is all about Postscripts #19, the TO review, and a critique. Now, I must be fed-! and get to work. ^_-