Over the past three weeks I’ve managed to write two chapters and two pages of the third. In the old days that would be a lousy output for me. I was interrupted by the death of my cat so I guess I can call it two weeks. Still.
But this isn’t the old days. This is a new way to work for me. As in, whenever I want to. Whatever time I want to. As long as I want to. Having a schedule is no longer for me. I don’t set an alarm anymore. I don’t rush to be in bed by a certain hour. It’s incredibly free.
If I had a deadline, a contract, I couldn’t do this. But I don’t and that’s what makes it freeing. I try not to wonder if anyone will buy it, but sometimes my mind will go there. I shake it away. We all know what’s going on in publishing and it’s a nightmare. However, I’m going to keep writing this novel and hope that I get to the end someday.
The good news, for me, is that I think about it when I’m not writing. I wonder about the characters. I know when I have to go back and change something. This tip usually comes from a book I’m reading. The point is, I’m interested. I like this novel. And yet I’m not obsessed by it.
For new writers please don’t follow this example. I wouldn’t have published nineteen books if I’d done it this way. It’s fine for me now. Not for you.