So anyone who visits here with any sort of consistency will probably notice that unlike all the cool, organized blogs out there, I'm not. . . well, cool or organized. I tend to stay quiet for a few days and then just ramble on for way too long about whatever is on my mind. It is pretty much writing related every time, but there is no real consistency to what I do here. Since I have began crusading, I have been discovering that so many other writers out there actually have a plan for their blogs that involve discussing certain things on certain days. What's more. . . they stick to these plans! Whoa. . . it's like, almost too much for me to comprehend.
My blogs tend to be more for me, with the hope that someone somewhere might get some enjoyment or a little pearl of good advice out of it and then go on with their lives. And this isn't going to change. While I admire all those cool, organized bloggers, I am just not one of them. Maybe if I ever get to quit my day job and have enough money to hire a maid, an assistant, and someone to do my blog for me, it may turn into something a little more consistent. But until that happens, I am going to keep doing what I do because this weekend, I reached a milestone with my writing. And I am pretty sure that wouldn't have happened if I hadn't taken the time to write out my thoughts on writing in coffee shops last Tuesday.
So what happened? What happened is this: This morning I got up early and wrote the final scene to Tortoise Love, the WIP that I started in 2008 and finished a draft of that same year. I have been revising it on and off ever since. And while there is definitely a benefit to giving yourself some space from your first draft of your WIP, I truthfully have been ignoring it. But it came up as I was blogging about coffee shops. I mentioned I've been having a hard time working on it since my favorite coffee shop closed. This led to the following thought:
WHAT KIND OF LAME EXCUSE IS THAT?
It was a terrible one, that's what kind of excuse it was -- especially considering how close I was to finishing the second draft. So this past week, I worked on it. And this morning, I finished it. All 332 pages of it.
Obviously, I am going to need to revise it yet again. It is actually printing as I type this, and I have my bundle of colored pens ready to go. But now I get to sit down and read it from cover to cover again and take note of how much it has grown and improved since I first wrote it in 2008 -- how much I have grown and improved in that time. But the best part about all this is, I wouldn't have reached this milestone -- at least not this weekend -- if I hadn't blogged about coffee shops last week. Who knew that that was going to be the catalyst needed? It makes me feel good to know that even if I am not all that organized with my blog, or my writing in general, my subconscious is apparently looking out for me.
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