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No chocolate milk though.
Nov. 3rd, 2011 01:57 am565 words in the past forty minutes, and as I finished them up I leaned so hard on one arm that I cut off my circulation below the elbow, and am just barely regaining feeling in it. Not just pins and needles like my foot falling asleep, either, it's sore as Hell.
But well worth it, when I get words like the ones I just got.
If I can, I'd like to keep up a NaNoWriMo level wordcount for this month, and get caught up on my extensive backlog. I'm not managing that yet, but yesterday and today are going much better than anytime in the last week. It's a start, even if it's dependent on over-imbibing my daily coffee ration and smoking pretentious clove cigarettes at 1 AM to get my mind moving.
Neil Gaiman has a bit on how you measure good and bad days when you're writing a novel. I find that it's like that exactly. I know many of you don't terribly care about my wordcount when I neglect to mention anything more substantial about my offline life, but, well, follow the link and read the bit if you haven't already.
It irritates me how sometimes I write more and better when I'm in a bad, masochistic, self-punishing mood than when I'm happy or content. But I'm rarely more pleased or satisfied than just after exorcising a passage onto the page, so I suppose that balances out to some extent.
But well worth it, when I get words like the ones I just got.
If I can, I'd like to keep up a NaNoWriMo level wordcount for this month, and get caught up on my extensive backlog. I'm not managing that yet, but yesterday and today are going much better than anytime in the last week. It's a start, even if it's dependent on over-imbibing my daily coffee ration and smoking pretentious clove cigarettes at 1 AM to get my mind moving.
Neil Gaiman has a bit on how you measure good and bad days when you're writing a novel. I find that it's like that exactly. I know many of you don't terribly care about my wordcount when I neglect to mention anything more substantial about my offline life, but, well, follow the link and read the bit if you haven't already.
It irritates me how sometimes I write more and better when I'm in a bad, masochistic, self-punishing mood than when I'm happy or content. But I'm rarely more pleased or satisfied than just after exorcising a passage onto the page, so I suppose that balances out to some extent.
