Not quite sure what I was thinking initially - well actually I do. I want to get my Blood Secrets series finished and thought this would be the perfect way.
So every day, I chain myself to my computer and diligently hope to achieve the base number of 1700 words... On most days I come close to double.
Today I'm not so sure I'll manage it. Oldest daughter is home and yelling at her computer because I asked her to stop playing anime stuff and singing songs at the top of her voice. Needless to say, I'm not her number one person at the moment :)
But it does bring into stark relief how easy it is to achieve a goal if you set yourself a daily word limit. So, being as I'm calling June my word attack month, here is a quick breakdown which may just spur you along to achieving the end of your manuscript.
Writing every day of every week:
500 words EVERY Day will give you a total of 15 000 words.
1000 words EVERY Day will give you a total of 30 000 words
1500 words EVERY Day will give you 45 000 words
Writing only on week days (so 4 weeks is 28 days and add the extra 2 as work days)
500 words WEEK Days only is 11 000 words
1000 words WEEK Days only is 22 000 words
1500 words WEEK Days only is 33 000 words
Some thoughts to help you along:
*Set yourself an achievable goal, those words will come. Your book will get finished.
*Find a quiet spot to work - somewhere you won't get interrupted
*Don't be afraid if you don't achieve your word count on one day - there is a whole month to catch it up
*Celebrate when you do better than your estimated word count
*Without the words, you have nothing to edit. So let it flow.
Good luck! I'm interested to see how many words you achieve in Word Attack Month!
Oh yeah, and here's an unedited snippet from Dark Souls (written during 50k30d)
They came together, hard to soft, skin to skin. A moan rose in the air, as they kissed deeply. He caressed every inch of her skin, hard and knowing touches soothing the ferocity of their grip.
Finally he lifted her and carried her to the bed, but she pushed him back.
“No. I had things laid ready.”
He quirked his eyebrow and she giggled. “Romance hasn’t died just because we’re vampires you know.”
He gave a choked cry that she was sure was a laugh.
“In front of the fireplace.”
A deep pile of blankets had been laid in readiness and on the low table stood two goblets of blooded wine. He smiled.
“Indeed. Then we can’t let such a scene go to waste.”