@deegospel talked a little sense into me yesterday.
I was feeling energized and set a goal of writing 2,000 words for the day. I made this proclamation bright and early on Twitter, to which Dee responded something like, “Why don’t you shoot for 1,000 and spend some time with the kids.” Yeah, why don’t I shoot for 1,000, I wondered. I knew 2,000 words was a lofty goal (is there any other kind?), but failing to reach it, even by a few hundred words, might make me feel miserable rather than satisfied. So I quickly amended my goal and managed to write a solid 1,000 words by the time I shut down for the night to watch Dancing with the Stars with my daughter.
I realized, too, that 1,000 words seemed like a nice, comfortable daily pace. I didn’t feel rushed or pressured. Trust me, I took plenty of breaks too. Previously, as readers of this blog know, I had been trying to write 2 pages a day, but, depending upon where I am in the novel, 2 pages can consist of as few as 200 words, if there’s lots of dialogue, which really isn’t all that much. (And heaven forbid, I exceed my daily goal!) In comparison, 1,000 words turned out to be about four pages of manuscript, enough work to — for the first time in a long time — enable me to go to bed as a guilt-free happy camper.
One thousand words feels like a job well done, and I’m going to give it a try again today.