I seem to have pretty much gotten over my lost-data-what-am-I-going-do scare on Wednesday and as a result the last couple of days have been pretty good for writing. For a start the Faded Skies project is coming along nicely, with just under five thousand words in three days (and this achieved despite the presence of a full-time day job) and so far I’m quite pleased with what I’ve written. Of course, six months from now when I read it back for editing I’ll hate every word, but for now it’s the best writing ever in the history of ever and I am going to be bigger than JKR. Maybe.
Have you ever had one of those days where you wish with all your heart you could just crawl back into bed and pretend it never happened? For me, yesterday was one of those days.
After a bit of a rocky start, this week has turned out to be a good week for writing. I’ve finally managed to design a cover for the anthology, as well as finalising the page-setting and getting around to compiling the print-ready files. Everything has now been uploaded to Lulu and I’ve ordered enough copies to give away to the relevant people in my life.
After my post on Friday I have a confession to make. My motivation has waned and my routine has suffered as a result. To be fair it’s not entirely my fault, what with being quite under-the-weather on Saturday, a social engagement on Sunday and a medical appointment all the way down in London yesterday all colluding to keep me away from my keyboard. So, it’s been a quiet few days for writing. That said, it’s not been a complete loss.
So following my comments regarding my lack of self-discipline and my need to Do Something About It, I finally got off my ass and did just that. I made a plan, I formulated a technique and I stuck to it. In the last two weeks I’ve managed to train myself into following a simple routine and as a result I’ve actually achieved stuff.
As I mentioned in my last post, I’ve long harboured a desire to make a successful career out of being a writer. It isn’t the only reason I write but it is almost certainly the strongest motivator to keep me going. In the past this would have boiled down to one course of action: write a book, find an agent willing to represent it, hope that agent can get a publisher interested and then trust in the publisher to promote and distribute it accordingly. However, as so many (now successful) authors have discovered in the past, the traditional route to writerly success isn’t always straightforward. That was then and this, as they say, is now.