On Friday, I decided to let my strict goals go and to see what happens. As a result, I wrote only 600 words late in the evening, more like at night. I could have written more if I spent another half an hour, but I made a decision not to do so. The exercise is to stop being obsessed with word counts and let myself write for pleasure, not as an obligation.
One more reason for this is a couple of blog post by Dean Wesley Smith (starting from this one). He writes about how the process of writing should be more important than the result. And that the process is more like the creative part of us playing than pumping up the word count because it’s our job. Sure, a novel or a short story won’t write itself, but the fixation of the result often leads to writer’s block: the more important the work is, the more seriously the writer sees it, the higher the stakes— the easier it is to fall into fears of not being perfect, not being good enough, and so on.
Besides, I wrote yet another 600 words the next day, though I didn’t plan to. So, 1200 words instead of 1000—and without much stressing out about it. One more proof that my perceived lack of productivity is more in my head than in reality.
Not much of that. I finished translating for my brother, but—
Here again. I didn’t edit The Unknown much, but I’ve sent the old short story for editing, which I hate to do, being a shy introvert who hates communicating with people. After I get it back, I will make it a reader magnet—a marketing step that is long overdue.
Also, I looked back at my first novel and decided that I liked it very much. The writing is probably not stellar, but the idea and characters and plot twists still interest me, though I am not infatuated with it anymore. But I’d read such a story myself, so why am I so dismissive of it? (See again DWS on the process of writing vs product, though here I rather disagree on practical side).
And that’s the point: it’s been a long, long time since I did completely nothing on any particular day. Even if writing or editing is not at my peak, I would work on this blog, or upload previous writing from my Neo2 to Scrivener, or design covers for the works in progress. At the VERY least, I would catch up on some writing or marketing courses, of which I have a full bucket, waiting for me to listen or read them.
In other words, WHY AM I ALWAYS FEEL INADEQUATE with my writing, no matter how much work I really do? Ah, it’s becoming annoying.