I’ve realized something: I can only write for so many hours a week.
My notes for the book (center) and my notes from Cambodia (upper right).
This has been a tough thing to come to terms with. I figured there are 40 hours in a standard work week, so I can write for 40 hours, right? This isn’t the case. My brain, it seems, only allows for a certain number of productive writing hours every day. After that, I stare numbly at my computer, drooling, while my brain forces me to look at shoes on Zappos that I will never, ever buy.
Or maybe I’ll buy them, but I’ll return them. Really, I will.
For the past year, I’ve been trying to maintain the blog while working on the
Great American Novel Pretty Good International Memoir. This has meant two things:
- I’ve written fewer blog posts than I would like this year.
- Writing the book is taking way longer that I thought.