During the school year it was easy to explain whey I wasn’t getting as much writing as I wanted done.  I was working.  This summer, it’s not so easy.  That is not to say that I’m not getting more done than I was before.  I am.  I’m simply not getting as much done as I want. Some days I can sit down and whip out almost a whole chapter at one sitting.  Other days I struggle to get a paragraph done.  So, what do I need to do?

I’ve decided to give myself an artificial deadline.  I have a notebook in front of me, that has dates down the side.  In it, I keep track of what I’m working on and how much I’m writing.  I also keep track of book sales and story ideas in it.  So, I drew a dotted line across the page, just under 7-5-13.  I’m making that my deadline for finishing the draft of His Robot Wife: Patience is a Virtue.

I should be able to write that much.  I’ve only got about 12,000 words left.  I used to sit down and write that much in an evening back in college.  But then, back then, I had a deadline– a real one.  We’ll see if this gets me back on track.  Can’t hurt, right?