It seems I have a very special internal body clock.
Every August—late August—I suddenly come up with a great idea for an IF story and think, “Hey, when is the IF Comp again?”
My stories are usually around 50,000 words, which is the equivalent of a 100-page book. Almost every time I’ve entered the IF Comp, I have started from scratch in late August.
I love the rush! I love the horrified envy in other writers’ eyes when I say I had a good day and wrote over 10,000 words. I love the waves of crashing self-hatred as everything else in my life falls into wrack and ruin and the story probably sucks anyway.
Sometimes, I get a Pretty Friggin Decent IF novel out of it.
Sometimes, I don’t quite get there in time.
Sometimes, I absentmindedly disqualify myself at the last minute and curl up in a ball weeping.
Today is 29 August (in Australia).
Six days ago I had an idea.
Last night I started writing.
If you enjoy watching a breakdown in real time, this is the thread for you! I plan to use this thread as my therapist over the next few weeks (knowing full well that any therapist would gently nudge me towards NOT doing this) and you’re welcome to shout encouragement or insults from the sidelines.
Having started this thread, I will probably finish the book. Because I have made the “Will I write the book?” question a STORY which makes me the HERO and now I must WIN.
*I have an infected wound on my right hand that I should definitely rest (it’s mostly better I think. I’ve stopped taking the antibiotics so the next few days are crucial).
*I have a moderate-to-severe left shoulder injury which may flare up and cause major problems if I type a lot.
Emotional damage: I’m totally fine! This is gonna be great! Wheeee!
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