I'm a few days late updating this blog, but I'm sure nobody will mind.
I didn't reach my 10,000 words target on the novel. I didn't get anywhere near it, in fact. I think I've written a grand total of 500 words on the project this week. The past couple of years have been frantic on the writing front. I've experienced immense pressure trying to hit my deadlines, and for once I don't have a novel deadline looming because I'm writing this one on spec. I think this is causing me to slow down, lose my impetus. For some reason, the drive has gone.
And there's another thing that's eating away at my motivation. Every time I go online, I see people falling over themselves to pimp their 99p eBook, or their free stories, and to me it seems to be devaluing literature. I'm not saying they're all bad writers - that's a different argument. All I'm saying is we shouldn't give our work away for free.
I don't want to give my work away for nothing; I work hard, I make sacrifices, I do everything possible to create the very best work that I can. That's worth something, worth paying something for.
It seems like there's a tidal wave of free product out there, and I feel drowned by it. It makes me ask myself an important question: does the world really need another horror novel? Probably not. This doesn't mean I won't write one. It just means that I no longer feel the desire to charge ahead at a breakneck pace just to get it done. I'll finish this in my own time, at my own pace, with care and diligence, and deliberation. With hard work. With craft. Because I think that's what makes it worthy.