I have been writing my novel for almost 6 months. Wow. That feels both short and long at at the same time. An accomplishment in time, but a failure in work produced.
Today, I want to write to support public libraries. I'm not on a soap box, but never have I written so much in one week on this novel as I have a week ago.
After Labor Day, I was determined not to spend countless hours in my room goofing off. My younger sisters had all returned to school at that point and the house is dead quiet. A bad quiet. My house is so often full of noise that it has become a normal auditory backdrop, and when absent, I cannot concentrate.
So, I go to the library. Where it is quieter than my house.
I woke up around 10:00am every day (a stark contrast to noon) and drove to the library and wrote until I was hungry for lunch. I was usually there until 12:30pm. I was able to concentrate.
It was such a blessing! I sat in the quiet section at one of the tables, not even in one of the cubbies where you can block yourself out, but at a table, facing the thick tome-like reference books on American History and The History of Drama, and wrote. I wrote about 5 pages a day, on average, for four days. I normally write that much in three weeks.
The writing wasn't horrible either. Even better.
The trick to this was that I practiced my professor's dutiful advice. Ron Carlson would always say, "Stop writing at a place where you know you can start again." I have the habit of stopping at the end of a scene or the chapter. It makes me feel like I have accomplished something. That week, I stopped writing in the middle of conversations. I would reach the end of the scene, feel like it was a good place to stop, and tell myself to write one more page. Then, I would be stuck in the middle of the next scene. I would stop, come back the next morning, and feel like I was literally "picking up from where I left off." Amazing. Funny how simple the advice and how big the effects.
This past week, I was offered a temporary "full-time" position with temporary days off, and I had no time to write. Such a stark contrast. I was itching to write all this past week, but stupid 2 hour commutes per day and 8 1/2 hours at work and three scheduled dinner dates and an iTouch with addicting word games led to no productivity.
I almost wish I didn't have a job again. Then I could write.