Should I start a totally new project while waiting for these others to show some life or should I write poetry for a while, something totally different? Must admit I'm flummoxed.
Here's hoping an upcoming European vacation will inspire and encourage. Need to scrape up the stamina to format my East German book (World of Mirrors) for Kindle and Smashwords. Need to put the last edits of my fem jep novel. Those books didn't exactly write themselves, but hey, they're complete and I'm more or less happy with them.
Last night at a meeting a writer friend announced he had just completed a first draft, 70,000 words. Normally that seems like a thin little chicken sh__ of a book, but today it seems huge. I would kill for 70,000 words. A year has passed and I've not done much at all. Mostly editing. If you edit long enough you forget how to write, is that it?
This week I was actually wondering if I could drink and write at the same time in the mode of Hemingway and Faulkner. Don't think so. Would fall asleep at my computer.
|The author perhaps musing about a terrible first draft?|