I’ve been really good about staying disciplined and writing for about 2.5 hours every morning since I went full-time with my writing last autumn. But there is a persistent problem that’s been bugging me, interruptions.
Tag: Life as an author
Blog posts that reflect aspects of life as an author.
Yes, it’s true, I had the desperately unsettling experience the other day of opening a book I had bought second-hand from a well-known on-line market-place only to find a previous owner had scribbled notes on many of the pages. That’s sacrilege as far as I’m concerned.
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Do you ever have that realisation that you can’t remember what books you’ve read? I did and it started bothering me. So I decided to do something about it.
I noticed the other day that I have now written and posted nearly 26,000 words to my blog. That’s a fair few words and certainly enough for a novella. It also takes time to put all those posts together, though that will have to remain a mystery as I never keep track of time spent on these posts. But seeing that word count did cause me to stop and ask why do I write these posts?
Writing is a wonderful experience when things are going well and the words pour from your fingertips like water over a fall, but what about those times when you realise you’ve got it wrong?
I sometimes see discussions about writer’s block and I wonder what they’re going on about because it’s not something that ever seems to afflict me. But that doesn’t mean there aren’t other things that cause havoc with my writing.
I noticed the other day that there are longer, special edition releases of the Lord of the Rings films doing the rounds and that got me to thinking.
I couldn’t believe my luck. I was reading a post the other day that said something wonderful. Something that put a smile on my face for the rest of the evening.
OK, so an unusual post this week. I’m looking for your help.
I was working up an idea I had for a new story the other day and it occurred to me that it didn’t seem to matter when it was set nor whether or not I made the period in time clear to the reader. But am I right to think this is the case?