I sometimes forget that I can be a hack writer when I want to be. I once produced 50 pages in about 12 hours, which, when I break that down, doesn’t seem possible. But it got done.
I realized at the Con when VanderMeer asked how many pages I had of God’s War that, in fact, I barely had 150.
If it’s going to 400 pages and done at the end of the year, this is a problem.
Did about ten today, trying to get more out before bed. Hoping to bump that up to 15-20 on really good days (like weekends) and keep at the 8-10 mark during weekdays. It’s doable, but exhausting. And yet, I know that if I don’t do this this fucking thing is going to linger. I’ve always got to put outside pressure on myself to get big projects done, or I’ll spend years dithering over them.
I also discovered that my gym’s fall schedule includes a 6am boxing class on Thursdays. It’s the only one they’ve got.
6. a. m.
Sweet fuck. I can afford to get to work late once a week, and then do the Friday self defense class, and hey, look at that, I’m back in the self-defense game again.
Fuck, I want to get back into it. I’m aching for it. Now I just need to get my body up to it. I accumulated a gross sleep debt this weekend.
We’ll see how it goes.
6 fucking am.
Who the hell gets to class that early?
Oh, wacky people like me who overcommit.