Sometimes, you have to force yourself to take a break. My legs are numb and I can no longer feel my butt. <g>
I came into my office at nine this morning, planning to work straight through until four-thirty. I’ve been munching on baby carrots and drinking bottled water and I swear, I had to pry every single one of the 3500 words I wrote today out with sharp forks.
This was probably silly, but I’d hoped to double that word count today. I did it last week after all. But days where you hit that fly zone and blow out more than two chapters are rare. Uh, probably for a reason since I’m usually burned out the next day. heh heh
But I was distracted yesterday. Had family things happening, met my new little three week old nephew who is so freaking precious!
Then I had this kick-ass plotting conversation with Rachel which not only helped her out, but gave me a few good ideas in the process–so that was most definitely worth it.
There were other things, but man, I don’t want to bore you all to death. In short, no writing yesterday, so now I’m behind.
I thought to make up yesterday today, but here it is three o’clock and I’m dying here. I need to get up and move around. There is enough laundry piled up out there to smother several adults and well, my brain is shorting out. I’m sure I’m misspelling something here.
In the future, I won’t give myself such short deadlines. Now that I know I can comfortably spit out around 3000 words a day, I should be able to work in a nice, steady fashion on these first drafts.
And since I already brought her up, I’m going to thank Rachel for inspiring me to give this “write the first draft really rough and keep it steady” approach.
Hey Vincent, it really does work.