When I hit the 50,000 word bar, something changed.
I had a moment of elation, but since then it’s been hard to keep motivated.
Now, just shy of 60,000 and with 2 1/2 chapters to finish, at times it’s like pulling teeth.
The writing’s still fun, once I get started, but it’s hard to get going.
It could be that I don’t want to get to the end of this novel – there’s a satisfaction at reaching the end of the novel, but afterwards I start to miss the characters who’ve populated my imagination. And this lot are so interesting, it feels too soon to leave them behind.