It’s been a while since I last posted, but for good reason. I’ve found that prohibiting myself from getting online does wonders for my production capacity. And since I’m too addicted to Facebook and email to let myself just switch off wi-fi, it seems that I have to physically remove myself from striking range of the series of tubes. I swear they have vacuum power.
So when my grandmother asked me to come stay with her for a few days to help around the house, I knew that I should begin turning out my next project in another self-sustained writing retreat. I had planned to start July 10th, since that’s the day I planned to return my other manuscript to NY, but starting early wasn’t a bad idea, if I had the time. I told myself that I needed to hit 15,000 words by the end of the week, at a pace of about 3,000 words a day. I also told myself that I’d probably get distracted and never manage it.
So what did I manage by the end of my stay?
26,500 words. That’s right. I amaze myself sometimes.
Getting out the first draft, in all its rough and tumble glory, is always my favorite part of writing, and I’m really enjoying the beginnings of this book. I’ve put it on hold since Saturday, when I came home, because I need to clean up the draft of Grim before sending it out later this week, but hopefully I’ll be able to pick this draft up and get back to work again without too much trouble.
AND the batch of books that I ordered from Amazon came in while I was away, so now I have plenty of reading material. Considering I still have books on loan from a friend, I think that I’ll be set for the next few weeks. Which is good, because I really don’t need to spend any more money.
That’s the only update on my end, but since today is MJ’s memorial service, I guess that I should leave you with a video.
“If you enter this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the same, then everything that happens in between can be dealt with.”
-Michael Jackson, King of Pop