So, yeah… this has also been a repeated question I have received, simply because when I state my word-count for the day, people tend to freak out. Especially when I said I might do a double NaNo (for those who don’t know what that means, it’s NaNoWriMo, check here) of 100.000 words and I might even kill that if I really try. With Children of the Moon, currently in proof-read and edit mode, so hold on, it’s coming, standing at 90.000 words, I might kill the entire current book Exodus of Mars, part three of the Foothold of Tethys (there, I have all my book links in, moving on) saga in one month, which is insane for me, but the story is just going that well.
So how do I write? How do I NaNo?
Well, my girlfriend/wife (we’re still not really sure what to call it) Wendy (see my last blog Ode to Wendy) getting up and five in the morning (dear God) and going to bed at nine, I actually have a lot of time on my hands in the evenings, as I am a night owl. So from nine to twelve, sometimes two, I normally write, or I procrastinate and play Minecraft. 😛
But on the, especially this, NaNo I thought I might take things more seriously.
So, without further a-due, here is my average day:
Get up at 10,
make coffee (it’s instant, so add water and stir)
sit down and run Facebook, check messages, do mail, write a blog, shower.
I normally get into my writing routine.
Check notepad that I kept under my pillow and wrote things in when I couldn’t sleep,
or just continue the story where I left off, possibly edit little things I now find annoying or switch something around t create a new plot twist.
Around 12 I get restless,
which is when I grab my backpack and head out, unless there is a reason for me to stay in (deliveries, keeping house etc.).
Most of the time I go to little non-corporate coffee places that have sprung up all over the city, as I believe in giving back to the community (also they pamper you a lot more because they actually care you coming back).
And there I write some more. usually on the walk I figure out where I want the story to go.
Around 6 I look up as someone tells me the place is closing and feel guilty, as I have taken up a table all afternoon on a single coffee-latte and a cola, possibly a sandwich. And then I go home.
During these hours I was not completely gone, I sometimes get up, walk around, stretch, get another drink, check Facebook, possibly blog, sometimes talk to someone, but I have lost all track of time. It doesn’t exist for me, just as I never know what day it is, what month or even what year. I live to write.
Wendy returns at seven, we eat while watching some TV and
around 9 she turns in and I soldier on with the story until 12, or 2, when I get to bed.
And the next day it starts all over again, until the weekend when Wendy suddenly stays home (which is how I know it’s weekend) and we spend as much time together as we can. But with her wanting her relax time playing a computer game and being in the rhythm of a 5 to 9 life, I write when ever she is busy, and when she is sleeping.
So yeah. That is my day, my week actually.
I write a lot.
I write all goddamn day.
I write every day.
That’s how I published four books in one year,
and that’s how I get my word count.
I have built my life around writing, because it is what I love to do.
If you’re not reaching your word count, then
a. something is distracting you, or
b. you are just lollygagging and need to man up
which is why I tell people who comment that they don’t reach their word count and might as well quit to ‘go write!’
Because what you put into it is what you get out of it, it’s actually that simple.
And actually that hard.
Anyway, it’s nearing 11… time I hop to it. 🙂