Part of my door fell off this morning. You’d think after a start to the day like that, I wouldn’t be in the most, rosy of moods going into the day. Last night was no breezy-easy coast to relaxation either, so the odds were against today. And yet, it’s 13:02 as I write this and I am all up to date. 1,200 words for TFS, 250 for the WHT edit, and I did all that in the brief downtime in between enrolling a whole bunch of students. And that, I think, is the secret. When I’m at work, I find focus a lot easier. And when I’m focused entirely on work, paradoxically that makes writing a heck of a lot easier. My brain doesn’t treat writing as procrastination, maybe because I never drop work entirely even when I do chuck a few hundred words in at a time. That’s invaluable, and it goes to show keeping my queue busy is the key to better productivity.
This current chapter of TFS is way more fun than the last five or six, so half of me is tempted to delete 90% of this month’s work and summaries it in a time jump. I think I’ll hold fire, if only because that might be jarring for the reader to leap ahead that much, but if I can find a way to make it less so, you better believe I’ll be scrapping a lot of this stuff in a heartbeat. That’s quite a cathartic thought, and none of it is a waste of time; I needed to figure out what happened there, I just don’t think I need to show it all to the reader. One day I’ll get the hang of this whole writing nonsense. At least it’s fun.