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?
