In the perpetual wrestle of writing, I'm always learning something new. Even when I don't invite or welcome the lessons.
Such is the case with my current book projects. In spite of my countless resolutions to dedicate a set number of hours each day to writing, things (i.e. my mattress, breakfast, the newspaper, the damned Internet, etc etc.) somehow often nudge their way into what was supposed to be unfettered literary magic-making.
Hah!
So I'm learning to value slivers when chunks aren't used as intended. Fifteen minutes is...fifteen minutes. I'm certainly not going to crank out 3,000 words in that span of time, but 300 is within the realm of possibility.
Sometimes it will happen as I sit in the car waiting for the seven year-old to finish soccer practice.
Sometimes it will happen between updating my blogs ;-(
Sometimes slivers are all we've got.
One page a day instead of ten is sometimes the best you can do, bro.
One page per day x 365 days doth a novel make.
Chunks or slivers? Both, please.
You do what you can do.
My life seems to be made of slivers. Definitely not how I'd like it. Chunks. I want chunks. Oh well. Using any time wisely, no matter the size, is something I need to work on.
ReplyDeleteI am such a chunk person who needs to learn how to take slivers. I want too much, too soon. I am too Unrealistic,but learning from the best.
ReplyDeleteAmen brother. :) I was hoping for chunks this week and last--but slivers it is.:) But forward we go.... :)
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