Word count is important as the writing happens. Watching the words grow is a huge part of creating a manuscript. I write down my word count at the end of every day so I can see the progress. One word or 1000 words more and I am a happy writer.
The first 5,000 words…the first 10,000 words…
Eventually, the word count doesn’t matter anymore. I still keep track, but am no longer waiting for the next milestone. Scenes click into place. The end of the story comes together.
This is where I am now.
I reached the top of the hill made of words and am on my way down. The scenes come faster in my mind, the emotions run high.
Now, the worries of the manuscript being good enough, of it being what I want, of CAN I EVEN WRITE ANOTHER BOOK all fade. I will get to the end, where all the words sit in a pile waiting for me to mold them into the best book it can be. Revising is easier for me than drafting. Blank pages hold all the fear. Words ready to be changed, deleted, and added to make me happy.
Of course, after I finish, the words will be pushed into a dark corner to wait. Revising works better when I forget what I’ve written.
What to do in-between? I DON’T KNOW! I DON’T CARE! I’m not going to think about it.
I’m going to have a party. BECAUSE I WILL HAVE WRITTEN ANOTHER BOOK!
How this keeps happening? I have no idea. Writing a book is such a daunting task. Starting on page one leaves a heavy weight of doubt as to whether it is possible. But writers write.
One word at a time.
We do it. We push through the doubt and fear.
Because we have stories to share.