Well I suppose it had to happen sometime, right?
After spending 8 months writing something upwards of 20 short stories and 2 and a half novels – and getting published 8 times – I would say that it’s probably time for me to hit a wall.
I think part of the problem is that I’m spending nearly 100% of my time editing older stuff, trying to force myself to take it slow and do things right. What a pain! I’m used to doing everything as quickly as I can so I can move on, but now I have 3 short stories and a novel undergoing revision at the same time with no new material being produced. So most of the time I am staring at a screen and not noticing a lot of movement. The progression is what keeps me motivated, and without progression I feel like I’m not getting anywhere.
Another part of being discouraged comes with this doom-and-gloom rumor I’m hearing about the traditional publishing scene (writer + agent + editor + publisher = career) going to hell. People are saying that it’s all about the e-book, it’s all about self publishing. I don’t want that. I think there’s a reason that we’re artists – we’re not meant to be good at all four points of the writing process. While I’m not certain that having so many middle men is good, I’m also pretty sure that I don’t want to have to devote 26 hours a day to doing all of that stuff. I want to write. I want other people to take a reasonable cut of my pay in order to do their job of editing, negotiating, and publishing. When I hear about all these trends heading toward that going away, it gives me that what’s-the-point feeling when it comes to trying to make a career about this.
I suppose there’s only one thing I can do about it for the moment: write. That’s what I’ve been doing the whole time, anyway. I’m learning about myself the whole time. I always thought I needed multiple projects to keep me going – now I realize that I think I need multiple projects in multiple different stages to do it. Brandon Sanderson posted earlier this week that his goal was to do 10,000 words a week for the next Wheel of Time book. When I was writing the Last Scion, I was doing 10,000 words a day, sometimes more, while working 9-10 hours a day. Not to compare my drivel with that of an experienced writer, but I think it’s obvious that I needed that pressure of an insane deadline in combination with the thrill of writing something new to keep me going.
Well, I suppose I’ve wasted enough time here complaining about not writing. Time to type elsewhere.