I’ve been talking a bunch about being ill and not having the mental energy to write. It cost me a few days worth of productivity so far. In fact, I was only able to work on two chapters today and minimally at that, vs. doing three or four or more. I’d like to be further along at this point vs. hovering around 1% a day. At that pace it is likely 100 days to a first draft. That is way too long. In the eyes of the top publishers, a novel ought to be ready in 6 months. A solid writer should therefore turn out at least two books a year or even more. I’d like to be able to get to the point where I am a 4 month guy and turn out three solid pieces of work a year, and possibly do so while being able to roam the planet like some writerly Kane without the Kung Fu. Thus the legend must continue onward through this re-motivational period.
In essence it is about routine and rhythm. I have yet to find either, but I am getting closer. I have the schedule book at my fingertips in which I plan to script out something workable with room for change based on location (we travel a lot) and finding ways to squeeze in writing time in all situations. For example, writing on a plane has become impossible. One of two things has happened: I’ve either grown too large and the writing space has thus become cramped, or the planes in which I fly are offering less space. Since I can do nothing to fix the latter, I ought to be finding time in my schedule to defeat the former. I’m not. I should be.
These are the little things that cling to my daily thinking like barnacles on a ship. I need to be better at clearing away such distractions and getting myself right and in the proper headspace to write. Look, I was better already. At least better in these ten minutes than what I put forward yesterday.
Some Thoughts:
- Giants… trying to trust the process here.
- Food… Gotta get back on a better page with food. Especially having a better and fuller breakfast. It all starts with Raisin Nut Bran.