I have a Day Planner and I’m always looking at my schedule and planning how I’ll get things done, how many words I need to write each day, family time, travel time, etc. And invariably, along comes something unexpected to throw that proverbial monkey wrench into my well-thought out schedule. Sometimes it is sickness. Sometimes it is a family need. And sometimes it is "stuff" for the publisher. On Saturday, I was writing text for and designing some sample marketing items for one of my publishers. The items were due on Monday so I couldn’t put it off while I wrote.
Last Friday, preliminary galleys/copy edits arrived from another publisher. I need to proof and get back corrections to them this week. (That’s how it always is in publishing; they need it yesterday.) Normally at this stage of the game, I can read fairly quickly. Not this time. Some sort of computer glitch dropped scene breaks and eliminated italics from the electronic file. The copy editor has tried to find them all, but I didn’t have to proof very many pages to know he’d missed a lot of them, too. Therefore, I cannot read this galley quickly. So work on my new manuscript is on hold while I attend to another one. Sigh…
My local writers’ group had a guest author in this past weekend to address them at an all day workshop. I didn’t get to attend on Saturday, but I went to the Friday evening dinner. She was a delightful speaker, about ten or twelve years younger than me. She said she marks out three or four weeks on her calendar and does nothing except write for that time (other than cook for her children and drive car pool). Oh man. I know a few other authors like this, people who write very, very fast, and I have always longed to be one of them. Why can’t I make my mind and body cooperate? Well, because that just isn’t the way I create. Still, I wish it.