Some writers talk about setting word count goals because they have a hard time sitting down and committing to writing. Me, I have a hard time staying away.
In the last week of June, I finished revisions for THE EIGHTH DAY #1, and it went into copy-editing. About a week ago, I finished the fourth draft of THE EIGHTH DAY #2. I’m letting that one rest a couple weeks before I read it through again, make any necessary changes, and submit it to my editor at the end of July.
Most people would say I deserve a break, and I know myself well enough to believe that taking a break is good for my creativity – especially since the next task is to plan THE EIGHTH DAY #3 enough to start drafting. Turning away from the project, reading books for pleasure, watching TV, and fooling around on the internet are all good ways to let ideas simmer in the subconscious. (Proof: I saw a video on Facebook of a flooded stream demolishing a section of highway and got an idea for a potential scene.)
But I have a REALLY hard time leaving this project alone. I feel like summer days are burning away, and I don’t want to waste even one. Soon enough, fall will come, and this school year promises to be more demanding than most. (New curriculum, new report card, new online grade book, new teaching partner, new teacher evaluation process, new mandatory teacher website with daily updated homework … need I continue?)
If  I were Sarah Fine, no worries – I would just write another book (or two or three) while I’m waiting for the plot line of TED #3 to work itself out. But I don’t flip between projects that easily – or write first drafts that fast.
Being a hopeless, incurable pantster, I wonder how long it will be before I open up a blank

document and dive into Chapters 1 and 2 (kinda planned already) with no idea where I’ll be headed in Chapter 3? Not long, I suspect.

Sometimes you gotta let the shark swallow you and cut yourself out with a chainsaw afterwards, right? #SharkNado