What Day Is It, Again? Confession of a irregular writer
Seriously. Where has the summer gone, and why don’t I have a higher word count under my belt?
Between working the Phoenix Comicon and family vacations, my life’s been a whirlwind of activity. As great as it has been, my writing life has suffered for it.
Or has it?
In early June I volunteered to be a moderator for the Phoenix Comicon, which has been written about (here, here, here, here, and here) and talked about (here and here). So much was packed into four days that it took me a solid week about to recover my mental faculties. That was quickly followed up with vacations and various other events that kept life anything but typical, birthdays, graduations, parties, and the like.
During this time I might not have been writing as much as I’d like, but I have been filling the well, so to speak. So much so, that I think it’s ready to overflow.
I’m getting back into my normal writing rhythms, but it’s hard. Make no mistake, it takes a certain amount of determination and willpower to do what we do. When the habit of daily writing is gone, it’s an uphill battle to get back to it.
So that’s what I’m doing now, climbing my way back uphill to a respectable daily word count. With luck (and that determination and willpower I mentioned earlier), I’ll finish the revisions on my manuscript before summer’s end. Then I can knock around some of these new ideas that have flooded my head. Too ensure I don’t forget them, I’ve loaded my “For Later” Scrivener file with plenty of notes.