Search This Blog

Friday, September 14, 2012

Before I was published

Before I was published, I used to be able to sit down and write for hours. Just write and write and write.  Oh sure, most of it was probably, if you'll excuse the word, crap.  I had an amazing critique group and they would take my work and show me how I could fix it. I learned so much and I would just type for hours. Broke a good lap-top typing so hard. The keyboard fell apart beneath my fingers. 

Now, I spend more time doing other 'writing' things than actually writing.  Promotion, which I know readers hear a lot about from authors, takes a lot of time. I don't mind it that much but every blog post I write is time spent not writing something new.  

My kids are older, which takes up more time, not less, since they need me in different ways and for different things.  

But my ability to go for hours at the keyboard has lessoned. I'm acutely aware of every word I write. If I don't like a sentence I don't keep going. I stop until its right. I can spend all day on one page.  I wondered today where the Rebecca I was on the keyboard had disappeared to.  I'm a better writer now, just not quite the producer I once was. 

That's okay. I'm going to stop here now and get back to doing it. I finished a chapter on my super secret project today.  Chapter two is calling my name. 

1 comment:

  1. Yes, I know exactly what you mean. I've got a small child named Hellion waiting for me. At least he was a child when I last wrote him. By now he could be a psycho.