Problems with Word Count Quotas

While writing my first two books, I didn’t pay too much attention to my word count until after I finished the first draft. My first draft of Song of the Forest came close to 200,000 words and my first draft of Power Surge was around 130,000. When I revised, I went through a cycle of cutting and adding. By the time I got to my final drafts, they were 83,000 and 78,000 words.

My third book, Like Birds Under the City Sky, was different. It was national novel writing month (NaNoWriMo), so I had set a goal of writing 50,000 words in one month. I successfully added 50,000 words to a document that started the month off as a 4,000 word short story. As I revised, I cut and added a few thousand words, but the changes were not as drastic as they had been for my first two books.

Initially, I didn’t see this as a problem. It was my third book, and in between it and my other books, I had written dozens of short stories and flash fictions. I polished the book up, and sent it out to agents and a couple publishers. I got about 20 rejections, but one publisher suggested I give the book a complete overhaul and resubmit. Afraid to make that drastic of a change based on one editors opinion, I sought out feedback from another beta reader and heard the same thing.

When time came to start Community Magic, a novel I had been dreaming for nearly a year, I thought Camp NaNoWriMo would be the perfect way to get it done, but instead of motivating me, the word count quote actually made anxious, and made me feel guilty about not writing. This would have been okay if the guilt motivated me, and/or it was the only problem.

The guilt made me write less. I also noticed other issues.

I was overwriting. I sent chapters out to a critique partner, and she kept pointing out all kinds of things that were not necessary and were just filling space – things I may not have written had I not been rushing to meet my quota of words for the day.

The word count was a distraction. Instead of living the story as I was writing it, my eyes kept drifting down the little numbers at the bottom of my document telling me how many words I had written. I was not as immersed in the world as I should’ve been, and as a result, the plot was rambling, the characters were a little flat, and the world contained inconsistencies. I decided that book wasn’t mean to be NaNoWriMo’ed and switched to a different work in progress – Earth Reclaimed – the story I just ran a rather unsuccessful Publishizer campaign for.

I’m waiting until I have a complete draft to start seeking feedback, but I can feel myself doing some of the same things – almost mindless typing to my word count gets closer to the one my campaign said it should be when the word count. At this point, I should be focused on building the word and getting to know my characters. If my word count falls short, I can expand the draft in revision. If it to high, then I can have a party cutting words while I edited.

Word count goals are great, but when they start to detract from the quality of the writing, then I know I need to revisit how and when I use them.

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A Review of Fortitude Smashed by Taylor Brooke

Fortitude SmashedFortitude Smashed by Taylor Brooke

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Disclaimers: I got a free copy of this from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review. I don’t usually read romance.

I generally won’t pick up a book if I know it is just romance, but the speculative element of Fortitude Smashed, the Camilla Clock, got me curious. The opening was perfect — it had interesting characters, plenty of tension, and just enough world building to show this world was like the real with one slight difference — the clock that timed out when people met their soulmates.

The characters were complex and fluid. The prose were gorgeous. In fact, the description was so well done that it almost made me want to go to Laguna Beach, even though the southern parts of california are on my list places to avoid (its a pretty long list).

My favorite parts of the book were the ones with the most tension — when Aiden and Shannon’s past selves collided. However, I did feel like there weren’t enough of these, like it was too easy for Aiden to stop being a thief. Sometimes I got a little bored with all the kissing and biting, and would’ve rather seen a little more cop work and stealing (or trying not to steal).

The other area the writing shined was in the parts of the book showcasing friendships. They were real, raw, and emotional.

If you like romance, literary, and/or science fiction, then I recommend reading this. It’s lyrical and successfully crosses two genres. I’m glad I read it.

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Thoughts on the Last Day of my Pre-order Campaign

Today is the last day of my pre-order campaign on Publishizer. I have mixed feelings about the whole thing. It motivated me to pick a WIP, stick with it, and focus on that one project for most of the summer. DSC_0784.jpgIf I hadn’t adopted a puppy, I would’ve a finished draft, but I am a week or two behind schedule now thanks to a complicated adoption process and an infinite amount of cuteness.

Still, I will have time to finish, let it rest for a week, read it out loud and some edits to get it ready for a round with critique partners and beta readers. And while I’m waiting for feedback, I’ll back to community magic, and hopefully have that done before November so I can NaNoWriMo the YA space opera I got 10K words into this spring.

Anyways, my progress and delays on the WIP are not what gave me mixed feelings. It’s the campaign itself and the concept of crowd funding a book.

When the support staff checked in to see how I was doing, I was honest and told them my efforts to generate interest were not working. They told me to Facebook message all my family and friends and ask them to pre-order.

I thought about doing this. My pre-oders had been a mix of friends and acquaintances. My mother was the only family member who pre-ordered.  Perhaps I could’ve gotten my cousins to pre-order if I had messaged, emailed, called or even asked in person, but to be honest, I felt GUILTY doing that. I didn’t want to pressure people into ordering.

Plus, the goals were set high – five hundred pre-orders to have my project queried to traditional publishers that were really small or indie presses. I’d have to get 100 to even reach hybrid publishers. Even though the people at publishizer said to push family to order, I really thought Twitter, and my 668 followers would be how I got higher numbers.

I was foolish to think I knew better than them. My pre-orders came through Facebook friends, friends of friends, and coworkers. I should’ve tried harder to get my family to buy it and share it to their friends, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do that.

In order for something like this to work, people need to shameless beg and bribe their friends and family to pre-order and share. They are the ones who are going back a project in progress. The rest of my network doesn’t know me, not really. Why would they give me money for a book that isn’t even done, one that won’t be released for a year or more?

Crowd funding, at least when it involves one newish author trying to get support to try self-publishing a novel, is about selling your project to the people closest to you and the people closest to them. That method doesn’t work really work for an introvert like me.

However, I do not regret the campaign. It taught me a lot about benefits of actually planning and plotting before I start writing.

If you were thinking about pre-ordering, today is the last day to do it until I have a publisher or have committed to self-publishing, and a scheduled release date. Here is the link: https://publishizer.com/earth-reclaimed/

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Flash Fiction:The Purrrfect Crime

Generally, when I write cat stories for Cracked Flash Fiction Competition, they don’t win. Sometimes, I write cat stories anyways.

The Purrrfect Crime

By Sara Codair

“I taught you to pick locks and this is how you use that skill?” Grandma gaped at me, gourd-shaped eyes enlarged by her glasses.

I shrugged.

“Our family has a reputation to uphold!”

My cheeks burned. I relinquished eye contact and stared at my sneakers. There was a hole in the tongue, and a piece of sole peeped out from under my toes.

“You have nothing to say for yourself?”

“She was cold and hungry.”

“A lot of people are cold and hungry,” spat Grandma.

“But she was so skinny, like her kittens were sucking the life right out of her!”

Grandma shook her head. “You could have at least taken something useful while you were in there. They have to keep all their donations somewhere.”

“But they need those.” The locked cashbox had been tempting. I’d even picked it up and gotten halfway to the door before a black tom ghosted out of the shadows and sliced my calf open with his claws. I stared into his yellow eyes forever before placing the metal box back on the ground. He nudged my hand once then purred over to the hungry mother and kittens I’d snuck into the shelter.

I left the cash box where it was, and placed a few coins and note on top of it, asking them to use my small donation to help the new mom and her kittens.

Grandma glared at the post on FriendlyFelineFriday. It read “You’ll Never Believe What Happened on this Break-in!”

“Your mom was the best jewel thief in the country,” muttered Grandma, “And you use the family trade to sneak cats into shelters.”

“Yup.”

Grandma continued to rant, and I endured it. Our reputation in the underworld could go to hell. I saved a family of cats.

IWSG Monthly Post: Writing Pet Peeves

 

Insecure Writers Support Group (IWSG) Monthly Post: Writing Pet Peeves

Insecure Writers Support Group BadgeWhat are your pet peeves when reading/writing/editing?

 Sound.

I can’t deal with certain noises when I am trying to focus on written words, whether I am reading them, writing them, or editing them. I need to be fully immersed in the story, and when I hear people talking or music playing, I just can’t focus. It pulls me right out of the story. Reality slaps me in the face.

Some writers go to café’s to write. I can’t unless the place is empty and there are no people talking in it. I can maybe think of one time I wrote in a café.

Other’s put music on while they write. Now, if I am driving or running, music can help me think of a story, but as a soon as I actually sit down the write it, the music goes off.

The worst, though, is when I am fully immersed in a story and then someone walks in to the room and asks me a question. My brain just shuts down completely. I forget what I am writing, and have not clue what the person said. We both get frustrated. That person thinks I am ignoring them. I am mad that I lost my immersion in the story.

The conversation never turns out to be a pleasant one.

I have other pet peeves, but they have more to do with the stories themselves. I can’t stand it when dogs and cats die in books. I drive myself nuts when I catch my self switching tense five times one page. I hate it when I find myself aimlessly wandering I and stories world without any direction.

Still, even though these things annoy me, none are as bad as someone asking me if I fed the cat when I am in the middle of an epic battle, or worse, a love scene.