It’s Friday. I went camping from Monday till Thursday. Lots of driving. Tadoussac in Quebec was spectacular. I had no idea. What was the consequence? I edited a long piece before I left, which was something I’d written a few months ago, but I edited and finished it. It was likely a chapter, 8,000 words. This morning, I posted two short pieces, again that I’d already written and revised. These were 1,500 words.
The point isn’t always new words.
Nor is it to beat yourself up for “missing” three days. But it’s to come back to it.
For both what I wrote today and what I “wrote” on Monday, I didn’t go back to my fichero to find notes to bring similar text together. I’ll need to do that. But I suspect it’s going to be an editing step at some point.
But for now, in the midst of summer holidays, helping students finish their thesis, prepping for the term, I’m posting regularly enough to 789 Serialized, and I’m making some steady progress on the Atarraya book.
I think back to Craig Mod’s early posts, and I realize on Things Become Other Things, which inspired me for this mad rule. And I realize, I’m in the even earlier stage than he was when he started. I’m still doing the daily writing, as he would do one of his long walks. In short, a book is more like a steady accreditation of pieces than a rush. So I need to keep resisting the urge to rush.