A Dark Corner

I spent last week sorting and printing the beginnings of a novel that has been buzzing around in my mind for a little while.  I started in earnest on March 1.  I set a goal of 1,000 words a day five times a week to get me started.  I flew through March and April.  Happily sitting; words pouring out of me.  

Then I hit Easter.  My main character took me on a fairly dark journey through Holy Week.  I myself had a lovely Holy Week.  Wonderful, bouncy energy at our church; garden in full bloom; family brunch, etc.  Even the stations of the cross on Good Friday weren't as solemn as other years -- we went to the children's service and a number of children from a Coptic group joined us, so there were new faces and a great sense of community.  

I've done little fresh writing since Easter.  Yes, I got busy at work; yes, I have houseguests.  But I had some time this week so I printed and hole-punched and found a fresh white binder to put everything in.  I even found a great photo of Stella Abrera as the Lilac Fairy to put on the cover (working title). 

I have nearly 40,000 words.  Nothing to sneeze at.  Remember that "The Great Gatsby" is only 47,000 words.

I sat again on Friday to work on some fresh content.  Ok, so the main character is in a sad little corner.  Let me jump forward and time and start at a different place (one of my favorite things to do).  I managed 700 words in about an hour.  But I just didn't like it.

So, remind me again, why am I doing this?