Yesterday my immediate family celebrated Christmas, and we spent all day over at my grandma’s house. I didn’t bring my laptop with me, which meant I didn’t write all day. I didn’t post anything on my blog; I didn’t type anything in my book. To be honest, I was having a slight withdrawal from not writing. As soon as we got home, though, my brother put in a movie; I decided to watch it with him because I don’t see him very often. I ended up climbing into my bed around 9:30pm, but stayed up until 11:00pm writing. I realize that 11:00pm is not late for some people, but it’s late for me. I woke up to my alarm this morning wishing I could sleep in. But I guess that’s the sacrifice a writer makes. Because I got up this morning and am writing again.
Last night I managed to write ten to twelve pages and am now at 30,000 words (105 pages). The longest book I’ve ever written was 384 pages, and I’m hoping to surpass that. I want to reach at least 400 pages, but we’ll see what happens. I’ve learned, though, during my years of writing, that you can’t stretch a story to the length you want it. Even if I desperately want Hurdles… to reach 400 pages, the story will end when the story ends, even if that’s 268 pages. I can’t force my characters to keep going, and I can’t force them to abruptly stop. A good writing knows when to keep writing and when to write “the end.” And I hope that I can be that good of a writer some day. Hurdles… has become my baby and I want it to be as perfect as it can be, even if it ends at 268 pages.