Actually, it’s five o’clock here and I’m quitting for the day. I worked on my Alphasmart at Starbucks today and haven’t transferred the file to my desktop yet, so I’m not sure how many pages I wrote today, but it’s just plain going to be enough. I’m a teeny tiny bit burned out! The week at Weymouth was fantastic, but my brain needed a bit of a rest from writing today. Instead, I worked on ‘admin stuff’. When I tell non-writers how much time I spend on admin stuff, they don’t understand, so I’m going to give you a glimpse into what that entails. (writers: bear with me. I do have a tip for you once I get this out of my system!)
- autographed four of my out of print books for people who ordered them on my website, packaged them, and printed the mailing labels
- updated my bios and emailed them along with author photos and book cover images to the various organizations requesting them
- searched for and added ISBNs to a requested booklist
- the big–but truly fun–time sink: tried to find footage to use in the video trailer John is making for Secrets She Left Behind
- returned library books
- dealt with a Word problem (I’m still a Word novice, having used WordPerfect for most of my writing career, and I cuss at Word regularly. Could they make it any more complicated??)
- Put together half of a long email full of tasks for my assistant. The other half will have to wait until tomorrow.
- Started working on the update for my website. It’s going to be a big one because of all the books coming out in ’09, and I’m stressing.
- Caught up with business email I had to ignore during my week at Weymouth.
But all that whining was not really the point of this post. Here is the point: when I stop writing for the day, I always try to stop in the middle of a scene. I highly recommend that fiction writers stop for the day when they are truly in the groove. I know it sounds counterproductive, but it’s not. When I sit down in the morning, I will know exactly where I’m going with the writing because I stopped in the middle of a scene and can easily pick up where I left off. If I’d wrapped up the scene, I can guarantee I’d be floundering around for the first hour, trying to figure out exactly what to write.
So now it’s six o’clock and I’m going to heat up the roast chicken for dinner and then chill with John and the pups for the rest of the evening. It’s good to be home!