Good Lord - I sat in my office chair for twelve hours yesterday, working the entire time. At 1, driven by the extreme pangs of hunger, I went and draped some Muenster cheese over a piece of bread and devoured it in front of the monitor (note to self, clean the keyboard again.)
At the end of the day I did some instant messaging with Danielle Raver, the author of Brother, Betrayed. I love Danielle: she has boundless energy as well as a fulltime job and two babies. How does she write long, involved classic fantasy novels with incredible battle scenes, I wonder? But I digress.....
Danielle and I were moaning about the difficulty of getting anything done. Because, as I IM'd away, I realized the word count I had achieved after those twelve hours was Zero. Zilch. Nothing.
Now, the formula, as I have mentioned here before, is butt + chair = written work. However, that formula didn't work yesterday. Well, why was that?
Perhaps, Danielle explained patiently, just maybe you need to set aside some time for writing. Don't even open up your browser. Just get in there and write.
Shocker, right? Here's another thing - it works. I got up today, made a cup of tea, sent the kid off on the bus, showered, and sat down to work.
My hand hovered over the Firefox icon. NO, I went to my manuscript instead. (I'm trying to make writing sound as dramatic as possible, here; it's probably not working.) And instead of getting caught up with the very amusing, very nice folks on Twitter and Facebook and Goodreads, I got my 2K done. I know. To think that when you type words and stuff, you add to your WIP!
Thanks, Danielle. Hope that scene of yours resolves itself tonight. And adoring public, I'll see you on Twitter and elsewhere - but not before 12 noon.