Patience and the Modern Writer

Finished working out my next story against the template I created - and it's yielding some interesting things.

How much more template do I have to go?

Nine pages more.

So, let's see...nine pages of story to go, at one page per day plus work plus helping daughter graduate plus sleep plus home and hubby maintenance plus dinners plus...nope, I guess TV's out...

I'm going to need longer than a week to finish my story.

(sigh)

I'm not the fastest writer in the world. I wish I did, but I don't.

Don't know if it's my Internet-fueled brain, or whether it's running after my family that I love and I would never, ever give up for art's sake, but I don't have Stephen King's prolific turnout, or Isaac Asimov, or R.L. Stine.

But I think that's okay. Patience is a superpower I'm still developing. Writing is a race I have to run against myself. Did I write even a paragraph? Even just another heartbeat of the the story helps. I have a goal for volume, but I'm not dead yet. Aiming for some semblance of quality as well, and want to make sure, above all, that I finish things...

So I'm pushing my deadline forward. Instead of one week, I'm planning on having a completed story for submission in two weeks - by Saturday, May 13th.

Haven't heard back from the first place I submitted to yet, but it's early still.

So it's back to work. With fake patience, if nothing else...