This week has been a writing frenzy for me…or a change. I’m so happy. Of course, blogging time has been non-existent. Still trying to get a schedule together to include that. I am presently working on a second draft of a young adult paranormal novel, which is being co-written with my daughter. I’ve been so overwhelmed with her responses, which, of course, keep me motivated. She has the rest of it outlined and noted, and we’ve worked on visualizing the way things happen, the way the characters look, act, the rhythms of speech, etc. Having her input has a tremendous joy, though we are not at all times in perfect agreement on the text. She also plans to do some Manga-type drawings for the story, which I hopefully be able to share here.
The bottom line? Writing productivity has been up. Like William Hazlitt says: The more a man writes, the more he can write.
It is brilliantly strange and enchanting when one makes writing a habit (in some way) that it becomes…dare I say the word, easier. Not that it’s easy…don’t yell at me. I know it’s not an easy task all the time…okay, most of the time, but there is something to getting a certain number of pages done, or a certain amount of hours at the desk jotting or tapping away that feeds the writer’s soul, makes the images flow easier, and also brings about those surges in writing genius that we delude ourselves into thinking that we really have. All in all, it makes us keep going, and that my friends and fellow writers is the reason we are here.
The best time for planning a book is while you’re doing the dishes. ~Agatha Christie
And once we are sunk in deep into our story, old, new, or in the re-write stage, I wonder is some of you find yourselves zoning off at any given moment in your life, like when doing dishes, or taking a walk, or a shower, driving in the car, or before you fall asleep, with your story in your head, a scene you’re working on visualized while doing something else?
I love this little story on productivity from For Writers Only by Sophie Burnham:
Emile Zola sat ten hours a day at his desk. Much of this
time was spent staring out the window in a brooding effort
to call up a certain scene. It was work. Zola claimed that
at times the struggle with a certain passage was so intense
it caused an erection.
But sitting ten hours is hard on the back. Another writer
walks. “Three miles a page,” he says.
Give me your opinions on how you keep the writer’s pace at a productive level. You can leave out the erection records if you want.