Yesterday was pretty much one of the best I’ve had in a long time. Had a good day on the blog, with probably my biggest days ever. Managed to get through work and was pretty productive in the process. Had a fairly light dinner which did wake me up in the middle of the night with gas.
I wrote almost nothing, however.
It was really a combination of emotions and my body telling me I needed a break. The last couple of days, between my novel and blog posts, I’ve written about forty-five hundred words, and when you add that into the normal mix of, you know, working, it adds up to a lot going on, mentally speaking. I don’t get much of a physical workout typing, but it does put the strain on the brain.
And then I looked at my over all word counts–
But then . . .
Eight months now I’ve been hard at work, with a month and a half of that to do edits and rewrites. This has really become my second job, writing this novel, and I haven’t spent this much time on a single work since–well, since my first novel which ended up taking twenty years to finish. I do promise I’ll finish this one in a lot shorter period of time.
But now I have to start thinking like a real writer; I need to start getting things published. I haven’t put out any new work since last May, and the thinking is starting to go like, “Maybe what I need to do is pick out a couple of things that I can get out to readers so they can look them over, offer suggestions for edits, and then find someone to do covers. Because the shit in my “Stories to Edit” folder aren’t doing anything but collecting electronic dust there.
So my thinking is, after Act Two is in the bag I’ll pull out a couple of things and start getting them ready. I can think of two novels that could go up, and maybe even one rather dirty little story as well–under another name, of course. But there’s more to writing than just writing–it’s just fan fiction that doesn’t see the light of day if I don’t get it out there. Yeah?
I’ve also got to consider if, by the end of the year, if I want to start putting this novel out by acts. Say, Act One out by the first of the year; then Act Two in March, and then Act Three . . . well, by next summer I should have finished Act Three. And it would be a great way to get interest in the story releasing it that way. I hope.
Last night was also a good night for crying. That was another reason I couldn’t write anything: lots of emotional distress. Really, getting flippy is not a good way to spend the evening. You look at something, you smile, then a minute later you’re gasping for air you’re so crying so hard. And ten minutes later you’re back to laughing, or at least smiling over a random thought.
Tonight I’ll be back into the new scene, which I really do want to finish. And the one after that should be short and sweet. I need to get to my Witch House by this weekend–
Which reminds me: I have to think of something else to write as well.
Does it never end?