I’ve been complaining lately… a lot. Firstly, I would like to apologize. I shouldn’t whine so much. Especially now that I’ve got the first of my drafts for one of my essays completed.
You see, I was sitting there, Sunday night, panicking because I was sure that I wasn’t going to finish my 8-10 page draft in time (or ever) when I had an epiphany.
Double spaced, 8-10 pages is about 3,000 words, in Times New Roman, 12-point font. Of course. And 3,000 words is the typical size of one of my novel chapters, shorter than some of them. And I write my chapters for fan fiction (same size), I write them about 100 words at a time to keep myself going and make it seem less daunting with everything else I have to do. When I’m on a roll, I can write 3,000 words in an hour.
Suddenly my 8-10 page paper looked a lot less daunting and I was able to calm myself, taking it 100 words at a time.
Of course, once I got into the swing of things I took off at about 1,500 words, finishing it all in a flurry and rubbing my eyes right around midnight, and finding that I had nine pages of a solid first draft.
As I was telling a friend of mine, who was quite stressed about final papers as well, if you think about it in small chunks of work (not time, it’s too easy to waste time), even the most daunting of writing projects are finished before you know it.