Learning How to Write
…in spite of my own self’s best efforts.
So it looks like I can’t do more than about 800-1000 words per day before I run straight into writing fatigue and end up surfing the internet for hours on end. Very well then. Duly noted–next time I’ll intersperse it with something else. (The other thing that’s a Rewrite, perhaps?)
It’s not a lot. I could do the same work in about two hours without having to sit here for the additional four. It occurs to me that this is why I didn’t head straight into a professional fiction writing career–asides from not having much material, I can’t POSSIBLY imagine sitting down and doing this for eight hours a day.
What this means, really, is that Elizabeth Bear is some sort of mutant freak. Or nuclear powered. Probably nuclear powered, given her fitness regimen. I can only aspire.