Roughly two years ago I started trying to write. When I was blogging about this last year the focus was on how many words I’d written. At the time I was basking in the glow of a completed first draft of a manuscript.
This year feels a bit different. Word count feels less relevant to me than it did. Don’t get me wrong, I still like the feeling of having written XXXX words in a day. It’s a tangible form of progress which is useful for motivation. However, I’ve got to the point where I’ve sent out some material to beta readers* and the thing that’s already apparent is that most of those words are going to have to change.
I’d heard other writers talking about editing and that the 1st draft is barely half the work. I’d heard writers saying they’d had to trash 50000 words or write the story again from a different point of view but I’d never really appreciated what that might feel like until now.**
Anyway, two years in and when I put my sane hat on I can see I’m making progress and getting better. It’s slower than I’d like but at least something is happening.
*Blog post on that coming soon
**It sucks. At least I’m in good company.