I have moments when I can write on a regular basis, perhaps daily in scheduled sessions and produce a good amount of words per week. Rarely does this result in a finished project.
I have other moments when I binge write, getting as much onto the page as possible in a large swatch of time (or small increments like I discussed before) and this almost, always, produces a finished project.
But so much of the writing rhetoric I’ve consumed over the years is how slow and steady wins the race. You must write ever day. Getting a few words onto the page ever day will yield results.
While there is truth behind those words, in practice, for me, I struggle. And since I’ve decided that 2022 is where I adjust my surroundings instead of myself, I’m not going to try to play to the “steady as she goes” advice.
I’m not network television. I’m Netflix. I have something to say and I need to get it out of my system before the next story sidles up and takes a big, fat squat in the center of my brain.
I’ve found that working on a story for more than five or six days, weakens the story in my brain. Perhaps this is “shiny new thing” syndrome, or perhaps it’s an inability to commit, but no matter what the cause, the result is still the same: a folder full of unfinished pieces.
So since my brain has a countdown clock for interest, I’m going to try to keep to it. I’m going to binge write for the rest of February and I’ll let you know how it goes.
B.R. Black 