Actual writing, entering and saving words, started about a month ago. (April 3, 2018)
I wrote well over a thousand words during one day: re-read it the next, and started over. My progress, such as it, has been like that ever since.
I’ll get a few hundred words written one day and re-write that down to nearly nothing the next. Some days I leave rewriting, if any, until anther time.
Other days I delete more than I write. For me, that’s progress. I could worry that I’m not following some famous or respected author’s method. But that doesn’t make sense to me.
Some of the best ‘how to’ advice I’ve seen was from a published author who described the usual ‘organize your time/information/desk/whatever’ stuff.
He said folks should try whatever seems reasonable to see if it works. And that the ‘right’ way to write is the one that works for a particular author.
That make sense. To me, anyway.
Yesterday I ended the day’s writing with a bit over two dozen more words saved than when I’d started. That’s good news.
So, in a very different way, is an ongoing visit from #2 daughter, son-in-law and granddaughter. I’ll be enjoying their being here again today, and don’t expect to get much writing done until after brillig. If then.
I therefore will stop writing, post this, share the following excerpt and inevitable links to more of this blog — and enjoy the visit.
“…’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.”
(Jabberwocky,” Lewis Carroll (1871) via Wikipedia)
- “Writing, a Raven and Pallas”
(April 8, 2018)
- “In Conference, Out to Lunch, Gone Fishing, Whatever: I’m Taking a ‘Break’”
(March 26, 2018)
- “The Dream”
(November 12, 2017)
- “Navel-Gazing in August”
(August 6, 2017)
- “‘A Writer Who is Catholic’”
(July 16, 2017)