I’ve been having a hard time finding making time to write. For most of July, I had company in town. When they left, I had to catch up on work, cleaning, shopping, laundry, and writing. Since then, there have been special projects, business travel, doctors’ appointments, and Cubs’ games. Monday was Labor Day and next week I’ll be traveling again.
NaNoWriMo is in November and I really hoped to participate this year. I know now that isn’t in the cards. I need to finish this draft before I invite new characters into my head.
I keep thinking to myself that as soon as things settle down, I’ll be able to focus more time on writing. But yesterday I realized (once again) that things never really do settle down. I have more travel ahead and before long, it’ll be the holiday season. Life actually is craziness.
My goal for the past several months has been 4,000 words per week and mostly I haven’t been making it. I’ve been frustrated that it seems so out of reach. Right now when I sit down to write, I’m writing and editing at the same time to fill holes in the story. Yesterday, my word count was -82 because I moved some things around and edited out duplicate information. I’m sure I wrote new words, too!

I know I said in my last post that I would continue to strive for 4,000 words a week, but it’s just not realistic right now. Writing for one hour a day is my new goal. It doesn’t seem like a stretch. It seems quite doable. But then, I know there will be days when I can’t write at all. I hope to make that time up over the course of the week.
Wish me luck!
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I read this advice when I was preparing for
Since I started my book, I wondered what the ending should be. It was approaching hurricane season. There were pirates in the area. The boat was a large one to sail alone. He could have faked his disappearance.
A few years ago, I joined a local writing group at the library. There were probably 25 people in the group and I think we met twice a month. After a few visits, I gave up. There were just too many people. We only shared our writing every three or four meeting because there were so many of us. Also, I think it made the members less invested in one another’s work. Lots of criticism, little support.
We started meeting late last year and I believe we will really hit our stride in the next few months. We are at different points in our books, but we seem to be helpful to one another anyway. We also write from a couple different genres and that’s OK, too.



