Writing has always been a personal process. I have gone through phases where I complete 70,000 word novels in less than three weeks, to the agonizing process of being 15,000 words into a story only to have to put it down for three years. I marvel at writers who are able to grind away daily, regardless on whether they are feeling the words. I have been in those shoes. And yet, I still am unsure whether I feel those pages completed are as good as the ones that form in my free wheeling times.
Last week was a funny one. I switched to the science fiction piece, thinking that the mystery story was too dark. Not wanting to rush the process, I did a 1000 words a day, and then when I was driving home on Friday, a few plot points from the mystery book jumped onto my notebook. Realizing that I could change things up and not make the story as dark as it originally appeared, I shifted to writing a few more notes and then I got to writing more of that tale. Now, funny enough, I just crossed the 10,000 word mark.
It appears though the mystery story, tenatively titled Lolita is taking the lead. We will see how things play out in the weeks ahead. Knowing my brain, we will flipflop back and forth with the other story, which would be a first in my writing tenure.