I've been making huge progress this week. 8,000 words in two days (well, two days and another hour). I know I should pace myself so I don't burn myself out, but I decided to combine two chapters and the result just clicked. I had such a blast writing it, I couldn't stop. My story has eclipsed 40,000 words and continues to grow.
Anyone have that "writing fever" grip them hard? How do you deal with it? Do you ride it as far as it will take you or slow down and ration it?
I ride it as far as it'll go because I know that for me, it won't last, and while it's there I can get a lot more word count out of it than otherwise.
I officially have half a chapter left to write before I have a complete first draft of New Book. It's too short and the rhythm's wrong because not enough goes wrong for the characters at the psychologically right times for what is in effect a thriller: two birds, one stone.
The characters get split up partway through the book. Extending character group A's problems (and word count) will be a simple matter of adding one more lengthy-ish chapter. Worsening character group B's position is going to require reworking two chapters from this draft, including the one I'm tying up now, and adding a brand new one. I should point out that character group B's storyline didn't make 100% sense because I had to artificially build in a delay to it: with the extra stuff going wrong, I suspect I won't need to do that any more because they'll be so busy that the busy becomes its own delay.
By the time I've done that, and also mentioned the secondary antagonist before he walked in during the denouement (the main antagonist was there all along, but I didn't realise till that point that secondary antagonist would ever need to appear on page. Sue me), I might have something like 80,000 words. Short and sweet, and for me, drastically more linear than anything I've ever done. This is a good thing.