It's been a busy few weeks and this week in particular has been difficult, though I can't quite put my finger on why. I feel like I'm playing catch-up, and off and on I feel like I'm catching a cold. My writing has been suffering though I'm working to keep from adding to the backlog. If I get three pages done tomorrow I won't add to it. My goal is to be done with this extremely rough draft by the end of September.
Here's some good news, though: even though I haven't done much aside from sporadic jogging for the past few months I was able to jog a mile today, in the heat, without too much difficulty. Looking back, I think I might have been able to go further. At the time, I was thrilled with finishing the mile, trying to keep track of my form, thinking about getting home, and trying not to collide with a pair of walkers. Even with this heat -- we're heading back up to 110 F here, hot even when the sun is beginning to set -- the park is relatively busy. Nice that people are getting out, annoying to have to dodge obstacles.
Anyway, I need to get to sleep so I can get my writing done tomorrow morning. And hopefully avoid getting sick. I was feeling fine today. Now, runny nose and drippy sinuses. Ugh.
I'm just noting quickly that I got an extra page written today, so dropping from 47 to 46 pages behind. Yay for that, and I suppose I should pat myself on the back for staying current and not adding to the pages I have to make up. But now to bed.
Another weekend has passed and I've done no better than stay current. Where does the time go?
Well, I suppose upon thinking back I wasted time here and there. I mean, if it only takes me half an hour to write a page, I certainly could have done more than two a day. Could have, should have, and if wishes were fishes we'd be swimming in trout. I guess this writing thing still intimidates me a little.
I'll do better.
Well, the weekend wasn't as productive as I'd hoped, of course, but I did get an extra page written on Saturday. 49-1=48 pages left to make up.
I'm not falling any further behind, but it's taking me forever to catch all the way up. And anyway, what does it say about my desire to be an author that I can only do the minimum? I'm going to have to schedule in writing on the weekends the way I do during the week. At the moment, it's the usual thing of putting it off until right before bed. Or else I bargain with myself, "I'll just get my writing done, then I can do (whatever)." Which means the writing gets done, but, as I said only the minimum. I want to get this book done faster.
I have what I think is a good idea for my next book. It'll be another gay romance fantasy set in a modern alternate reality. There will be vampires, elves, a corrupt government/authority. Lots of sex and fighting. The idea's still vague right now and I'm hesitant to flesh it out any further lest I neglect my current story.
Oops, late for work.
I've done an extra two pages tonight, so yay! I'm not sure I'll be able to use what I've written -- I suspect I'll have to at least condense it -- but it's down and the relationship between my two main characters is developing naturally I think. I could have kept going but I'm out of time. Hopefully I can keep the flow going for tomorrow morning.
So, 51-2=49 pages left before I'm completely caught up.
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