My latest psychological thriller, the third in a series, took four months of creative writing. It was preceded by two months of research and cobbling together a basic plot and profiles of the main characters. I edited the WIP four times a week as it grew, and am doing a final (hah!) edit now. That will take another week, by which time the 80,000-word story will be as tight as I can make it.
I should say, that writing is all I really do, as I don't have any distractions like employment, family or pets. Some days I'll work for a solid ten hours, others only a couple, but I'm always 'on' thinking about the WIP, making notes about it and researching. I don't worry about the daily word count, not even checking it: some days it's maybe 500 words, others 2,000.
I deliberately set the new story in a remote rural location, where CCTV isn't prevalent, as the two previous novels were weighed down with the technological surveillance that happens in town; this freed me to write a tale that was more about human relationships. This helped the narrative flow.
Although I'm pleased that I'm becoming more proficient at the process of writing, I wouldn't want it to become so slick that it was mere work to me. At the moment, it's a real joy to write a novel, but would I feel the same way while churning out the twentieth in my series of Cornish detective stories?
Someone, for whom writing came automatically, was
Barbara Cartland. I've mentioned her before, in an old thread, but her output is worth remembering. She wrote a total of 723 novels, including 23 titles in 1983 alone!
Makes everyone else look lazy...