Sunday, January 22, 2012

Cheap therapy...

Add that to my ongoing list of things I love about writing.

I had a crappy weekend, due to a crappy end of the week, due to the crappiest news ever. You know what I'm talking about. Someday I'll write about THAT, but not today. Not up to it.

All weekend I kept telling myself to write, not just because I do consider it part of my job these days. If I ever get the chance to work with and actual agent, I want to be able to tell them that I'm still writing every day and have a good chunk of my second novel done. So I try to write every day. And yeah, I haven't been writing lately, the last day I wrote was Thursday afternoon. Even though I didn't feel like it, I sat down to write tonight after the kids went to bed. I'm a big fan of only writing when I'm "feeling" it, you know? Otherwise it just seems forced and fake. But at the same time, you can't always "feel" it, sometimes you do have to force it, you know?

Make sense, yes or no? Probably no. And yes I'm drinking coffee right now. You know how many books I would have written without coffee? ZERO!

Anyway, so I decided to write tonight. I'm on chapter four of my second book right now, so I'm still in the getting things going phase. Of course I've already written about 90% of the rough draft so it's not like I'm going in blind, but I do make a lot of changes when going from rough-draft to typed format.

Where was I going? Oh yeah. So I decided to track how long I wrote and how many words, just for kicks. I wrote for an hour a half straight, well ten of those minutes were consumed with writing an anagram...but in the end I wrote...eight pages and about 2,000 words. Not bad at all!

And most importantly, I feel like I said, cheap therapy.

1 comment:

  1. Wow. I wish I could have written that fast when I was in college. I wouldn't have been writing until 3 am so many times.

    But yes, there was coffee involved. Lots.