Reading “A Slip of the Keyboard” has reminded me of a goal I used to hold myself to: 400 words a day as a kind of minimum, inspired by Terry Pratchett’s own self-imposed goal from his noob-writer days.
I think I kept this up (on and off) for a few years, but then I got into the editing part of the book-writing process, where there’s no handy-dandy short term goal that really fits what I’m doing.
I could say “I’ll edit a page a day”, but sure enough I flitter between three or four pages making minor tweaks, without ever actually being able to say “yep, this bit’s done.”
So there’s this big amorphous blob of editing that needs to be done, and I’m not sure how to cook it up, so I’ve kind of relegated it to the back of the fridge so to speak. Chucked it in the freezer even.
I’m going to chip off a bit right now before I go to bed, (and before I forget that I’m supposed to be a writer).
Anyone else been having similar feels about this editing lark? Got any good advice for a guy? I’m thinking of just starting on the next book and forgetting about it for a while.
I’ve been trying to fit in a bit of exercise too, because, well, if you work a desk job and slack off the exercise that’s how the skinny-fat creeps in. I got me a pair of these grippers that need 140lb of pressure to close, so at the very least I’m fighting off the inevitable RSI by building up Popeye-style spinach guns.
Anyhow, that’s me for now. Have an unrelated picture of a massive, badass dragonfly.