Here’s how my life would be different if I were a speedy writer:
* I’d have more finished novels in my finished novels folder (more than the ones that are in there now, and there are more than a couple).
* I’d have many thousands of new words in my WIP. The words are coming, I assure you. But today I wrote 3 times as many as I’ve been writing on a usual day lately, and that was Good Stuff.
* My parts would not still be in this chair at this almost-noon hour.
* I would not have felt the urge to throw a milkshake at Brandon Mull’s head last week when he told me that he takes an average of 4 months to write his books. (I would like to clarify that I did not, in fact, throw anything. I just said Wow -that’s awesome, and meant it. Also, I didn’t have a milkshake handy. Lucky Brandon.)
* I would not likely forget what in the world is happening to this or that character since the last time I wrote about him. Ack.
* I would never proofread while drafting. (Except how can I even know that? Also, duh. Of course I would. I’m a compulsive proofreader. It’s the most constructive of my neuroses.)
* I’d decide that I have plenty of time to write and send those charming notes I keep thinking about writing and sending.
* I could still get a thousand (or at least 500) words written on a substitute teaching day. (But that would require some serious self-control. And we all know how I feel about serious self-control, do we not?)
It’s really too bad about that milkshake. Maybe you ought to carry a mini magic bullet with you wherever you go because I’m constantly hearing about how authors pound out a book in 16 freaking days and still light up the internet with their wittiness and glory. I’d chuck a little strawberry smoothie, myself. 😉
It’s really too bad about that milkshake. Maybe you ought to carry a mini magic bullet with you wherever you go because I’m constantly hearing about how authors pound out a book in 16 freaking days and still light up the internet with their wittiness and glory. I’d chuck a little strawberry smoothie, myself. 😉
You’re making me feel good. I wrote my first book in a month, but my house looked like a tornado hit it, and my kids hadn’t had a real meal the entire time. Second book–three months. But now, I sound just like you. So slow.
Just remember, it’s quality, not quantity that counts. Right?
You’re making me feel good. I wrote my first book in a month, but my house looked like a tornado hit it, and my kids hadn’t had a real meal the entire time. Second book–three months. But now, I sound just like you. So slow.
Just remember, it’s quality, not quantity that counts. Right?
Do you know how many words I could have written had I not been standing in line so that Brandon Mull could sign my kiddo’s books? I had nothing at my disposal but some M&Ms, but he would have gotten the point, no?
I hear ya on the whole proofreading thing. It’s what I do best. Teachers…
Do you know how many words I could have written had I not been standing in line so that Brandon Mull could sign my kiddo’s books? I had nothing at my disposal but some M&Ms, but he would have gotten the point, no?
I hear ya on the whole proofreading thing. It’s what I do best. Teachers…