I started writing at midnight and made it through 858 words before I decided to call it quits for the night at 1:30 am. I can always tell when I'm too tired to continue writing because my phonics start to get wonky as I type. It's not pretty; as a grammar elitist, it's a point of pride that I get some sleep and come back to the computer when I'm rested enough to continue properly.
I'll be honest: I kind of hate what I have written so far. I've always been a good writer, but I've almost exclusively written academic papers. Creative storytelling is something that's more or less new to me. I think it'll get better after I power through this opening chapter and move on to the characters that I really like. I have a feeling that it's just a matter of finding my own writing voice and figuring how to put the images in my head down onto paper. It's definitely a different process than pounding out a thesis statement and some analytic paragraphs. I need to convince myself to write the novel my own way, not try to make it perfect or fit into some preconceived notion of what it should look like.
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