I'm almost caught up with my typing!
Although I feel a bit like Sisyphus - I'm just about caught up and I'm already planning to write more, and so the whole circus starts again.
I have a busy week ahead so I won't get much time to write. I want to re-do that scene I mentioned recently (the one that wanted to go in a different direction when I typed it). I'm also about to write a Big Horrible InfoDump but I'm hoping to keep it short. I don't like scenes where two characters sit in their bedroom discussing things (although as a reader I don't mind them if they're done well). They've been discussing things for about a page and a half and I feel they're pushing it a little. . .
Even though I'm busy for very nice reasons, I always find it demoralising when I get a period of time when I just can't write anything for practical reasons. I start having visions of me aging in that way they use in films, with calendar pages rifling past and clock hands spinning and suddenly I'm a hundred and ten years old and I never wrote a book!
Being an hysteric is part of my charm, you understand.
I have to keep reminding myself that I'm writing this for myself. I'm trying not to think 'Oooh, how would that plot element work in a query letter?' or 'Would an agent think that idea was crap?' The whole point of this exercise was to rediscover the sheer joy in writing after spending a lot of time in the edit/polish/revise/redraft cycle on the last novel. And so far it's working. My insane fantasy elements are proving to be quite a lot of fun. I once wrote a fantasy novel for Nanowrimo where every character apart from one was named after a gemstone, a season or a metal. It was an exercise in pure cheese, and although this one isn't quite so deliberately bad, it's still fun in that throw-a-bag-on-your-head-and-do-it-for-Old-Glory way, as William Goldman says.
Does anyone else find that they need to switch off their inner desperation to be published in order to actually enjoy the first draft? Or is it just me?