I wonder sometimes. I’ve gotten back into this writing thing, but it’s hard. It kind of reminds me of exercise: it’s a pain in the butt, but if you stick with it you’ll be glad you did in the end. But keeping up the routine is quite a challenge, and something I have to convince myself is worth the time and effort. So, here’s where I stand now..
I have one book in the in the revision process, and one rough draft just finished. I’m going to put that one away for a while and try to come back to it with fresh eyes. Then there are at least 3 more that are just in my head, waiting to be unleashed onto my monitor. Since I got back into writing, my productivity has gone up a great deal, which is good. Staring at a blank screen gets disheartening fast. Hopefully, the writing is getting better as I keep writing. Of course, if the writing does get better as I go, it makes me want to go back and revise what I wrote before. It’s a vicious cycle, one that has me asking myself more often than not, “Am I crazy?”
I’ve realized my method for writing seems to differ from a lot of other writers. A lot of writers write too much, then have to scale it back and cut out sections to get the book to a manageable length. I, on the other hand, write very sparse, short rough drafts that need to be either beefed up to make them actual novel length, or scaled down and revised to create a good length short story. The story I’m revising now is getting beefed up, thanks to a character that I tried to ignore but I now realize must be given a bigger part of the picture. Hopefully, the revision won’t take as long as I’m fearing it will (right now it seems like it could be endless), then I’ll start on a new rough draft and start revising the rough draft I just finished. Fun, fun, fun…right?
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Having realized that I will never make any money nor gain an audience for anything I write, I do wonder why I do it. I guess it’s a compulsion. I get depressed if I don’t.
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Having realized that I will never make any money nor gain an audience for anything I write, I do wonder why I do it. I guess it’s a compulsion. I get depressed if I don’t.