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rambling on about … my novel writing journey … day twenty two



Words written today – 1,504

Total words written – 47,864

Words remaining – 2,136

Days remaining – 9


Indulge Your Shelf: A writing inspiration book - art journal with a theme

If there’s a book

that you want to read,

but it hasn’t been written yet,

then you must write it.

- Toni Morrison

When I started out on this journey I had a specific storyline in mind, but, as I continued writing, better ideas formed, and as I followed them through the original idea was mostly abandoned (maybe to be used another time).

I would estimate that two thirds of what has been written will be discarded in the process of editing the draft.  I am sure nothing will be wasted, I like a lot of the bits that will be taken out, just not for this story.  So the second draft will feel like I am starting all over again.  When I have finished, possibly tomorrow, I’ll leave it alone for a while then come back to it with ‘fresh eyes’, re-read and flesh it out.

You have to be in it for the long run when writing a novel – this is only the beginning.

Onwards and upwards!


  1. Just the thought of discarding bits that have been toiled over leaves me in a sweat.

  2. My thoughts on mine are similar. Flighty xx

  3. I'm glad you're going to keep the bits you take out. Gosh, I can't believe you've almost finished and with so many days to


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