Crying into my 10s of 1000s of words.

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As you can see from that, the sheer number of words I've written in the past two weeks is bordering on ridiculous.

And you know how, when you're writing something, you try to avoid too much repetition in the words you use, and it feels really obvious when you're using the same simile/turn of phrase/significant piece of dialogue more than once?

Well, freaking hell, with nearly 40,000 words written in two weeks, I think I've going through my entire vocabulary at least four times, but all my words have not only been washed, wrung out and hung to dry countless times, but are also in desperate need of darning and a good bleach.

And the best bit is that my word fatigue has hit right when I'm up to the MOST IMPORTANT PART OF THE EPIC FREAKING ROMANCE, Part Six: The Sexing.

Gaaahhh.

It sucks because I want this epically huge story to be really strong and good, but it's hard to tell if it is right now because all of it just feels very tired and repetitive. And I don't want my sex scene to suffer for it, because I'm usually good at them!

Maybe it's just time to take a break from writing.

How do I do that, again?


Also, this is going to need the betaing of a lifetime once it's done. (Another con of writing long stories: the proofing/editing/rewriting stages are epic in their own right.)


On plus side: this picture makes me stupidly happy. I think my OTPs are Gwen/Arthur and Gwaine/Merlin, and Lancelot can just go ahead sleep in whichever of those beds he fancies.