I’ve got a writing schedule. It is my plan. The only way I’m going to get what I want done this year, done. I can stick to any plan as long as it’s lain out in Excel format, so that’s what I do. I’ve got myself a lovely little spreadsheet telling me what to do (I find it very easy to take orders from something so organized as Excel).
Because of my goals for this year, I have to keep to a quota, I want to finish the first draft of my current WIP by April 30th. That means approximately 1500 words a day – no biggie.
I was even confident enough to take on critiquing another person’s story while working on this word goal each day, and let me tell you, it hasn’t been too tough yet.
I say yet, because I took on that critique before my mother/editor-of-all-things-grammar informed me she’d have my 4th novel’s newest set of edits to me by today.
My mother always wants lots of time to work though the books I send her and that’s fine. I simply work my way into the mindset that I am, in fact, not going to die if it takes her a little while to get back to me. So, I figured, I’d be getting my revisions back around the time this WIP’s first draft was done… or at least not until tax time. But here I am, with another thing to add to my pile of things to get through… Needless to say, my plate is a smidge full.
So my WIP steak and my critique peas were perfectly happy sitting there on grandma’s china, but the heaping mound of revision mashed potatoes are threatening to give me a bellyache. Gotta pace myself…
What does your plate look like right now?