In parallel with developing this new writing methodology, I started to notice new patterns in myself that I did not like. I was becoming much more easily distractable. I found it harder to concentrate on any given task, and it felt like my productivity was going down. I began to have days that would end and I would scratch my head and wonder, what did I do all day?
The first word processor I ever used extensively was WordPerfect, in high school. I’d write articles and my serialized story for the school newspaper, papers when I could (since I didn’t own a computer), and anything else I had a chance to write, since the experience was so much better than the typewriter I had at home.
Over the weekend, I started shipping books. This was something I’d planned for, and of course I wanted to maximize my efficiency in several ways:
Release day is finally here. Today, I go from “aspiring” novelist to novelist. There’s a huge leap between “aspiring” and what comes after that. One is a dream or a possibility; the other is the reality, which may not correspond to all the hopes and dreams that go with “aspiring.”