Boring Writing Wank

I took the weekend completely off from writing, which was crazy but it worked out well because it gave me time to figure out that my plan for the next chapter was Bunk. Basically the plot was originally supposed to focus more on a certain group of characters whose twists and turns have become rather vestigial, and I had to prune one out that I hadn't really thought about. Full speed ahead, now; one chapter yesterday, one and a half today, and I know where the next four are coming from. Between this week and next, when I will be taking a writing vacation with some lovely folks, I hope to push through to chapter 50 or so; I expect to wrap it up in 60 or less. The timing is good because, as some may have noted, I've had a shuffling of editors, and we've yet to start editing Superpowers; if I can get this first draft done by April or so then I can concentrate on revisions for the sold book without having back-of-the-mind anxieties about finishing this not-yet-sold one.

In an effort to make sense of this full-time writing life, however temporary that turns out to be, I've put myself on a schedule. At least, I've put a cap on my writing day; no new stuff after 5:30, no computer after 7. Typing scribbles into the computer between the hours of 5:30 and 7 is acceptable. This may be a temporary measure, but so far it's been good. Making the shift from having all my spare time be potential writing time to having ALL my time be potential writing time was kind of disorienting. Structure, good.

That's really it, I'm afraid. Told you it was boring.