It’s something I always tell myself. There are long stretches, even, when I manage to pull it off. Then it falls apart again, probably just when I need to keep moving. It’s why, for all the progress I’ve made, I don’t have to show for it what I want.
Here we are again, then. Looking at the last four months and seeing very, very little to show for it that wasn’t my day job. I’d guess I wrote maybe – maybe – 10,000 words in that time. Even my blog has sat fallow. Blog posts are just a bandaid to feeling bad about not writing enough, I realize, but at least it’s something. At least it’s not just a pile of code that isn’t yours and you can’t even really show to anyone.
I have a finished novel. I have a pretty good finished novel. And it needs to get published. That means I need to send out more query letters, and not wait 8 months before sending out the next batch. That needs to start this weekend.
I have, maybe, a quarter of a new novel. It’s going to need heavy revision when the time comes, but at present, the word count is just shy of 60,000. Considering Broken Magic was around 75,000 in total, that’s not a bad start. I need to write more of that, and I need to write it faster.
And I need to write other things when I hit a wall on the current novel. Short stories. Novellas (oh, yeah, I have one of those finished that I stopped sending out after one rejection letter). Another novel. Anything. Anything at all.
Because if I’m serious about this writing thing, I need to stop screwing around, no matter how good a procrastinator I am.
Now, let’s see how much good saying this out loud does me.