33,000 words into Hotel Nomad.
Getting serious now.
(...only four frigging years after my first officially published novella...)
Yes. I'm lazy.
Can we move on?
Some writers far more talented than me have often queried this; when to write?
I heard this great quote (I can't recall who said it and I may be elaborating a tad) :
'Set yourself a limit. Say ten pages a day. If one day, it takes you ten to fifteen minutes to knock out your ten pages, congrats! Go screw off, you're done! Yet, if it takes you ten hours, you fucking stay there till your ten pages are done! Nine pages may be bullshit but sometimes you got to go through the shite to find the gold.'
It's about discipline.
As Hank Moody from Californication once said :
'Don't be a writer! It's like having homework for the rest of your life!'
The setting of schedules doesn't work for me. I have to write when I am inspired.
I may write a page in three months. I may write twenty pages in one night.
I can never tell.
When it comes to writing, I'm a BIG believer in quality, not quantity. What's the point of jotting down crap you just KNOW you will end up deleting?
I tend to have a high bullshit factor, so I try to not let the story get away from me, even if I'm having fun dialoguing with minor characters.
I don't plot too far ahead. I hate knowing EXACTLY where a story will go. If I know, I get bored very quickly.
I have learned one thing this year, that I didn't know last year.
If you are writing a NOVEL as opposed to a novella or a screenplay, you better be DAMN sure your idea has legs, a real concept that can justify that many words.
I can't fool myself.
I'm pretty damn sure I can't fool anyone who reads my work.
Now, sssh, I'm writing.......