With the change of the seasons, so goes my scheduling abilities. Lately, either there’s 30 seconds left till midnight, or it’s 1AM and the blog is already past due. Ack. Deadlines are suggestions. Certain deadlines, at least.
For instance, I know of a library in Maryland that is short one title. I know this because I borrowed said book in 1995 and just unpacked it today. Perhaps there’s a warrant for my arrest in this matter. This talk of broken deadlines brings me to my writing situation.
Tis true, the eternal struggle with Velocity continues. I never dreamed I might write at such a tepid pace. Net for a productive week: 5-7 pages. To some authors that’s barely a days work. Stephen King espouses the 4 page a day plan. A nice goal that’s way in the distance. If I write 4 pages in a day, 3 go in the garbage and the remainder lingers in revision hell. There’s just no forcing more content out. Maybe the next book will be different. Or so I pray.
The new short story is coming very soon. Just waiting for it to arrive in the mail. Why mail a story I wrote to myself? A good question. For the answer read tomorrow’s entry.
