Writing start: 9:58 A.M.
Finish: 3:26 P.M.
Total new words (est.): 1500
Edited (est.): 3300
1. Failure: 600 new words
Notes: Just a tiny, tiny glimmer of the end of the tunnel here. But I can definitely see it now.
2. Book Three Melody: 400 new words
Notes: Difficult passage: I need to keep all the information straight!
3. Love Story: Off
4. Ant story: 500 new words
Notes: Almost to the end.
5. Fractalverse: Off
6. The Cheapery St. Heroes: Book Two: Second secondary edit of the chapter two
7. Dread Pirate Roberts: Off
8. Firefly: Off till 10/13
Special: None today
Extra notes: One tiny step each day. And then, one day, you noticed you've gone a long way. That's what writing is like for me.
Many days I don't write at all--I edit. But that's not how I think of editing. Editing is writing.
I think what drives many would-be authors away is impatience--they want to get the project done now, if not sooner. They want to take steps, all right--huge ones, and as fast as they can take them. They aren't willing to edit, to step back, even to take a day off to let the story or poem percolate in the backs of their brains.
Another lack these people suffer is love. Oh, they love the thought of being published, all right. But that's entirely insufficient for such hard labor. The love I'm talking about is love of writing itself, and the love of the process, and the love of editing and for taking tiny steps. All are necessary.
There is a 'Local Authors' section at the Gold Beach Bookstore. I've perused it many times. What becomes obvious immediately is that most, if not all, of those authors do not love writing. They didn't take the time to love the project into existence; did not take the time to learn the craft; did not take the time to edit or spellcheck; did not take the time to let the work percolate. They were instead seduced by visions of financial success, bestsellers' lists, movie rights, and all the other silliness that so many buy wholesale, and which are very, very, very unlikely.