Wow! Mondays are never easy. Why is that? I always seem to have a lengthy list of tasks in my Day Planner that must be accomplished. Phone calls ate up the better share of my morning. Made the appointment with the CPA to get my taxes done. Spoke with the Associate Pastor about our church web site and various and sundry other items. Had a three-way call with my daughter and our mobile phone provider (don’t ask). And so on and so on and so on.
I am narrowing in on the blessed “The End” on this latest round of revisions on FIRSTBORN. Hopefully I won’t have too many totally new scenes to write. Off-hand, I think there’s only one more. I’ll be glad when it’s done so things can move along at a better clip.
That said, I must confess the new scenes I wrote today added impact to the story. It heightened the level of emotion and increased the risk to the characters’ lives. Makes for a better book, but it sure does drain this writer.
Observation: I wish I was a faster writer. I have a friend who writes at least five thousand words per day, sometimes double that. I’m thrilled if I can manage 1500 (six pages). It wouldn’t make me feel like such a slug if her books were lousy, but they aren’t. They are wonderful! Obviously, I’m not nearly as disciplined as I should/could/wish to be. Of course, I also wish I weighed 20 lbs less, had a head of luxurious hair, and the energy of my oldest granddaughter. The only one I have a prayer to achieve is the first, and even that can’t happen unless I throw away the cookies I’ve been munching on during revisions (and don’t buy something else to replace them).
Originally posted on Diaryland