Whew.
The last few days have been busy ones. I've been trying to edit down a story, and the two large chunks of time I thought I had for writing turned out not to happen. Oh... and Easter. Instead of blogging, I've been scowling at a mess of words to see where I've gone off on tangents or where a mess of descriptive dead wood is.
During this phase I've been editing from a paper manuscript. The difficulty with writing in fifteen minute and half-hour bursts is that I have a lot of nice little vignettes that aren't always speaking to each other (or repeat themselves). Despite working within an outline, the manuscript managed to balloon out, and I've been looking at bits that can be rooted out.
And now the Day Jobbe calls.
Showing posts with label time management. Show all posts
Showing posts with label time management. Show all posts
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Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Charging Your Writing
This weekend we went to eastern Oregon. Mark had a good time skiing with some friends and I stayed off the mountain and wrote. We had a fun time visiting with our friends. Just to prove that I didn't stay in a cave the entire weekend, I'll post some photos of Monkey Face at Smith Rock.
I managed to finally finish (mostly) a short story I've been working on for a while. Then I went back to something I'd started a few months ago and set aside. To my astonishment, the beginning wasn't as slow and horrible as I thought ti was. Now, of course, I have to write the ending.
One funny thing that happened: I left my iPad charger at home by mistake. Which meant that my use of the device had to be rationed. It had a funny effect on how I checked e-mail and various social media -- it enforced a quick in-and-out strategy instead of a lingering browsing strategy. I probably got more done this weekend as a consequence.
In other writing news, I managed to sell another story to On The Premises. They liked the world-building quite a lot.
I managed to finally finish (mostly) a short story I've been working on for a while. Then I went back to something I'd started a few months ago and set aside. To my astonishment, the beginning wasn't as slow and horrible as I thought ti was. Now, of course, I have to write the ending.
One funny thing that happened: I left my iPad charger at home by mistake. Which meant that my use of the device had to be rationed. It had a funny effect on how I checked e-mail and various social media -- it enforced a quick in-and-out strategy instead of a lingering browsing strategy. I probably got more done this weekend as a consequence.
In other writing news, I managed to sell another story to On The Premises. They liked the world-building quite a lot.
Friday, February 08, 2013
New Moon and Time Management
It's the New Moon. New Moons are hard for me -- I usually feel a little low energy during them. I try to take a look at what structures I have in place during this time, and try to rely on them to carry me through. As I've written before, I try to be mystic, but end up only feeling tired.
On the writing front, one tool I've read about and thinking would be a good idea is a writing time journal. I was trying to figure out how much time I'd spent working on a 2000 word story and I realized that I wasn't sure if I'd spent 20 or 40 hours working on it. Assuming that I was paid $150 (five cents a word) for the story, that set an hourly rate of either $7.00 or $3.50.
Hmmm. Don't lose the Day Jobbe.
On the dream front, I had a pleasant flying dream. I also dreamed that Mark had whisked away the shelving in our bedroom and replaced it with my old oak desk.
On the writing front, one tool I've read about and thinking would be a good idea is a writing time journal. I was trying to figure out how much time I'd spent working on a 2000 word story and I realized that I wasn't sure if I'd spent 20 or 40 hours working on it. Assuming that I was paid $150 (five cents a word) for the story, that set an hourly rate of either $7.00 or $3.50.
Hmmm. Don't lose the Day Jobbe.
On the dream front, I had a pleasant flying dream. I also dreamed that Mark had whisked away the shelving in our bedroom and replaced it with my old oak desk.
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