I’ve been slogging away, the last few weeks, trying to string together words that make sense. It’s been rough. A nameless ennui that I blame on not having a place to personalize yet. That’s something Andrea and I will be working towards in the new year. Meanwhile, life goes on and the writing must continue so I had to find a way. Deadlines usually help, but I’ve been staring two or three, maybe four, up the ugly side so much lately that I’m beginning to go cross-eyed.
This past week, I simply used a calendar to block out my time to write or work or even eat. That’s taken me from fretting over my non-existent progress to putting my butt in the chair and editing for seven and a half hours over the past three days. Not only did I finish a revision of my Tesla’s Daughter story, but I know just how long I spent working on it and I have a real sense of accomplishment for turning around what was feeling like a serious nose dive in the confidence department.
Now, if only my beta readers have some kind, constructive words (hint, hint). I have three days to get this polished up and submitted. Nothing like cutting it close to the wire.
[Crossposted from Adam Israel. If you'd like to comment, you can do so either here or there.]