Sometimes I think Sunday is almost a national day of mourning. Even international. Everyone wakes up (with or without a hangover), realises it’s Sunday and that tomorrow they’re back to work, and a universal groan arises. I’m sure seismographs could pick it up, this low vibration of pain and horror that echoes round the country as the workforce lurches sideways into wakefulness.
But that’s not quite true. I do consider myself to be working, it’s just that no one is paying me for it yet. And since no one else is setting my schedule, it can be hard to stick to it. Sometimes it’s impossible. My general hopes, fears and daily needs (buying lunch, finding a clean plate, etc) are often as, in not more, important than work, in my brain’s rather cockeyed view of things. This means that while I can be relied on (mostly) to write a blog post every day, I can’t be relied on to do any work on my manuscript every day. Sadly yesterday was a case in point – I didn’t do anything.
Today I have a long list of writing-related tasks:
Firstly, I have to write this post. Awesome, I can check that off the list in about 250 words’ time.
Secondly, I have to put together all the ideas for the collaborative writing story from the comments on that post and start working on that world and characters. The first post in the series will be on Tuesday, so you might want to keep an eye out for that. I’m somewhat scared but very excited about it!
Thirdly, I have to knuckle down with Chapter One of the novel. It needs sorting out. It’s better than it was, but not as good as it needs to be. This, my friends, is what critique partners are for. I recently gained four more (they are all awesome) and the general opinion is that the hook occurs at the end of Chapter One. Which means that about 1500 words of that chapter are in the wrong place. *sigh*
Fourthly, I really need to do some more writing. I can’t believe it has taken me this long to realise what I was missing in my daily life. When I was writing I was turning out two chapters (around 3000 words) a day. Editing, to say the least, is not going as fast. Editing is often boring and incredibly hard work, but always necessary. We know that. But there is a reason we don’t call what we do ‘editing’. We call it writing. Because writing is where the fun is. The joy of creation and the thrill of the new story unfolding from our fingertips. I have decided that, regardless of where I am in the editing process, I should always be writing as well. Since I have another story all planned out, it’s time to get down to that.
What about you? How do you keep the joy alive? Do you focus solely on one manuscript at a time or do you alternate writing with editing? Or maybe write/edit two manuscripts at once? I’m interested – tell me about your writing lives!