Because here’s the thing, the best thing I’ve ever written is the last thing I wrote. It’s the thing I’m writing now.
I have a Faulkner quote hanging in the top right corner of my vision as I sit at my desk, and it’s come to be something I live my life by.
Over the years, it’s come to my attention just how many hours a day I spend marketing, promoting, writing blogs, scheduling social, filing expenses, the whole nine. These are things I never even considered before I got started, and now they occupy my days and nights, taking up far more time than they deserve, and cutting into the hours I really should be writing.
Being easily distracted also means I’m easily inspired, and many of those conversations and animals have inspired elements in stories past and undoubtedly will in the future. But when I don’t need inspiration, but instead need motivation, a drive to push through my morning to do list, I shut the doors to my office tight. And for good reason.
Writing is wonderful. It’s like playing God, sculpting worlds, forming new people from nothing but your fingers against the keyboard, giving life to the two-dimensional creations of your own mind, weaving spells of love and pain and the whole spectrum of human emotion. I love being a writer, but that’s not why I do it.
Food is an intrinsic part of human life and it feeds – in more ways than one – into who we are as people, physically and emotionally. It dictates our social lives, the way we feel about ourselves and so much more.
For overwriters, word count goals can be very good and they can be very bad.