Welcome to Day 4 of my writing travelogue.
I figure I probably won’t be posting every day of my summer vacation, but I’m finding this a good way to get my head in the writing mode before I open my document. Yesterday I managed about 1500 words, which felt really good. I’m aiming for between 1000-2000 words a day, as time allows. Next week I’m going to a conference and my writing time will be severely curtailed. My hope is that I’ll be able to write something, just so I don’t get completely off track.
When I first started writing, 20+ years ago, I was doing it in my living room while my 3 daughters were playing or watching TV. Somehow I managed to write several novels while listening to children’s television, making sure the toddler didn’t set the house on fire, and keeping the baby from feeding her teething ring to the dog. Now, I have an actual office with a fountain, essential oil diffuser, lots of books and fairies and pretty decorations around, and I get distracted by EVERYTHING.
One would think I’d be banging out books like crazy, but instead I just plod along. I’m realizing that like most things in my life, accomplishing anything isn’t a matter of a quick surge of brilliance, but more of a bone deep stubbornness to continue. Pretty much all of the things I’ve accomplished in my life have come from my absolute refusal to give in rather than any outstanding talent or intelligence on my part.
So maybe I won’t be able to finish Book 2 and start on Book 3 this summer, but I’m going to keep going, regardless. I did manage to start painting the trim yesterday though, so I have a visual reminder of my progress on my summer goals. Now if only I could lose some of those pounds…
I’ll check in tomorrow with the word count for today.
