For the last several weeks, I have been without school and without work. Also, without a social life, but that's a given. So what have I been doing with myself? Writing.
Writing a lot.
I've been waking up any time between 8 and 9:30, grabbing coffee, and sitting down to write. There's a lot of goofing off in between, but I keep my project open and noodle at least a few hundred words an hour until it's time for bed. For about a week I was rewriting about 7k a day, then I had five 5k days of brand-new words. I've settled into about 3k for the last couple days, which has gotten me halfway through a short story and a respectable way into what I think may be my next novel project. I've also read about a book every two days and scads of short fiction.
Basically, if I could do this for the rest of my life I probably would. Perhaps with a little more time thrown in for friends.
Unfortunately, it seems likely that writing is going to fall by the wayside for the next six months or so. I'm trying to find a job (hopeful news on that front) and I'll be in school full-time. It'll be the least free time I've had since my freshman year, and looking back--yeah, didn't get much writing done.
On the other hand, that's what's going to allow me to move out of my parents' basement (not that I don't love them and all). And having a degree, I've heard, is kinda helpful in the big wide world. Not that my degree is particularly useful, but it is a degree from a decent university. Maybe someone will give me a job photocopying things. Or maybe filing.
No real point to this, except to say, dang. I wish it could last.
Writing a lot.
I've been waking up any time between 8 and 9:30, grabbing coffee, and sitting down to write. There's a lot of goofing off in between, but I keep my project open and noodle at least a few hundred words an hour until it's time for bed. For about a week I was rewriting about 7k a day, then I had five 5k days of brand-new words. I've settled into about 3k for the last couple days, which has gotten me halfway through a short story and a respectable way into what I think may be my next novel project. I've also read about a book every two days and scads of short fiction.
Basically, if I could do this for the rest of my life I probably would. Perhaps with a little more time thrown in for friends.
Unfortunately, it seems likely that writing is going to fall by the wayside for the next six months or so. I'm trying to find a job (hopeful news on that front) and I'll be in school full-time. It'll be the least free time I've had since my freshman year, and looking back--yeah, didn't get much writing done.
On the other hand, that's what's going to allow me to move out of my parents' basement (not that I don't love them and all). And having a degree, I've heard, is kinda helpful in the big wide world. Not that my degree is particularly useful, but it is a degree from a decent university. Maybe someone will give me a job photocopying things. Or maybe filing.
No real point to this, except to say, dang. I wish it could last.
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