For the past month (or maybe two), my house has been under construction. Like the good procrastinator that I am, I find that I cannot work in messy conditions. Of course this only happens when I have a deadline to meet. When I do force myself to sit down and write, I haven't been very productive. I peck out a few paragraphs and then I almost immediately delete them. Garbage. Who would want to read that crap?
I have thrown out two rough drafts when they were almost completed and have started over yet again on a new manuscript. We'll see how this one plays out. Luckily for me I'm ahead of schedule. The manuscript I'm wrestling with belongs to the fourth book. But what about the second book you ask? Good news. It's finished. Sort of.
So maybe I have several more hours that I need to devote to editing it. Again. And maybe I've been putting that off too since my house has started this total renovation. With less than a month to go before Christmas. It begs the question, what was I thinking?!
Well, whatever. What's done is done and I just have to find the...patience(?)...discipline(?)...MOTIVATION to get everything done without significantly increasing my blood pressure. So my goal for today is to find that rough draft of the second book I need to finish working on (I know it's around here somewhere) and get a few more pages under my belt. Just as soon as I clean off this dining room table. And maybe organize my bookshelf (arranged by genre>alphabetical>order of release, of course).
Wish me luck.