Two things happened today.
I finished my personal challenge of writing 20,000 (good quality) words in four days. It hasn’t quite made up for the fact that my WIP was stalled for weeks before that. But it’s satisfying. I feel accomplished. Like I’ve proven something to myself. Not sure what, mind you, but… something. It was a good use of a public holiday, I think.
Today marks six months exactly since I submitted Voiceless to Atthis Arts. Six months. It’s amazing how much has happened since then.
We’ve done the initial submission thing, the partial sample thing, the full manuscript thing, the “would you like to move forward with this?” thing. We’ve done the Skype call, the contract negotiations and contract signings. We’ve done some pretty major interim edits. We spent a month hashing out the details of the crowdfunding campaign, and then another month running it. We hit our minimum funding goal – and exceeded it.
It’s a bit overwhelming sometimes, thinking about where I was this time last year and how much of a difference twelve months has made. Heck, it hasn’t even been a year since I started writing Voiceless – the first draft. Since November 1st 2015, I’ve written more than 300,000 words in first drafts. I’ve had three different jobs; I’ve still got two of them. I’ve moved out of home and into a flat that actually works.
And I seem to have picked up a Muse, for whatever that’s worth. She’s a cat. Well okay, strictly speaking she’s my flatmate’s cat. She seems to like me. I’m not saying she’s instant inspiration. She’s not. Instant inspiration doesn’t write books; hard work does.
But she’s good company.