I am not normally one for imposing deadlines. Not for me, and not for anyone else for that matter. I believe in a certain organic process that it is better to let things take their time and grow naturally rather than try to push them in a desired direction. Pushing gets you nowhere. Unless there is a really good life changing reason. But I am also not one for always following the rules........even my own. After getting back from holiday and going on a book planning mega-journey to the point that I know exactly what's going on right up until the end of the book, the words just keep coming to me. I haven't done any writing yet today, and there were too many real life neccesities pulling at me, but I will be doing so later on and don't have any of those doubts that I used to have, like the thirty minutes pre-writing of where exactly I would be taking the characters on that day. I know what they have done and what they are about to do.
So I have broken the rules. I am given myself a tight deadline. I am hovering now at the 55,000 word mark for Book Two, WIP. Before my planning adventure I was hoping to write 55,000 words before the end of August. Now the deadline has been changed to 60,000. But not just that. I am setting another target. Friday 7th. September 7th, the Friday after this one it should be sitting at the dizzy heights of 80,000. That was my initial aim for the end of the book. That should be the day when the first draft is ready. So I am telling all of you so I stick to it. I am a Leo, and the pride of a lion gets hurt when people see it fail. So Friday 7th I'll be here to check in with finished first draft. Either that or you will find me nursing my pride somewhere away from the rest of the world!