This month I have been writing a story.
Not a particularly good story, but what I consider decent.
I have been trying to write this in thirty days, and to have it fill at least fifty thousand words.
As of this writing I sit just past the halfway point of the month with fourteen thousand words written.
There is a problem with those words though. In an effort to stretch the story out to fill the word count I was hoping for I am compromising the story itself. I am simply inflating things and adding “fluff” to make it longer.
I don’t like what it is turning into.
Hell, I would probably like it better if I wrote the story the way it wants to be written and then transcribed the Gettysburg Address to fill in the word count. (Yes adding a scene where some crackpot standing on the street corner recites it could make it fit, but thats the kinda crap I am talking about.)
In short, I simply don’t think this is going to work.
If I am to write something I will write the story as it comes to me, screw the word count.
If I am not done in two weeks I will finish it regardless.
The lessons I am learning from this are many. The one that sticks out though is one I learned before grade school.
Slow and steady wins the race.