Two days down…infinity to go.
I woke up feeling hard today. Haaarrrrdd. I thought I was hung over from dinner last night (TWO drinks), and I was convinced that today was going to be a loss. I was wrong.
I took allergy meds and went on a walk, and I was a new friggin man! I rocked today. Rocked it. Even more than yesterday. It felt so GOOD. If I can keep at this schedule, the world is my oyster. Especially once I have enough data and experience to know how long all this writing stuff really takes me. It’s very nebulous right now…I *think* I can write a book every two months? But, I’m not sure.
Here’s the thing about writing pace that I’m learning: I don’t want to rush things. Ever. Even when I’m going super fast, I don’t want that to be rushed. I love living inside my stories. It’s the TIME I spend with them that makes them real, makes me fall in love with them. Yes…I definitely want to increase my speed. I’ve heard it over and over and over in the community about how important it is to churn out material in order to make a decent living.
That’s not what I mean…if a book takes me, say, 3 months to finish right now, I know that in 6 months to a year it will take me half that time. That just seems to be the way that I operate. I figure out a process, and then I work on repeating it, and once I’ve repeated it enough, I’m twice as fast at it, or better. What I mean is I don’t want to ever RUSH through a book just to put it out there. I don’t know if I can do that. Kudos to those who can, genuinely…I envy that. I can’t.
What I’m learning about myself is that I can’t put something out until I’ve wrapped my head around it two or three times. I just can’t. It definitely doesn’t have to be perfect…that’s never been a problem of mine…but it does have to be as good as I know how to make it. And that means planning, imagining, wrapping my brain around it, writing, rewriting, and rewriting, and re-brainstorming, and then rewriting some more. THAT’S my process.
I think.
We’ll see š
But, shit…if I really can write a book in two months…in another year, I could actually see writing a book a month. And that would be amazing because I have so many stories in my head! So many! I’d love to get them out as fast as I can think of them. That sounds like a freaking dream. No more anxiety about whether or not a certain story idea is worth the time to write it all out…at a book a month, I can afford to just crank it out and see how it does. Aaaaahhhhhhhh. I want that. That sounds incredible.
I’ve sort of buried the lead here…but I received my Starstuff manuscript back from my editor tonight. YEEEESSSSSSS. There’s so much red, you guys! SO MUCH. Which is AWESOME and I really mean that. It means that this manuscript is going to be polished and squeaky shiny as FUCK. SO. EXCITED.
Tomorrow, I’ll be going over it. All day. I hope it flies by. We’ll see š