My first serious try at writing a book started several years back, if you count thinking about how I’d do it and learning about ‘book length’ style and format conventions.
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)
