The last few months, my writing routine has been knocking out between 20-30 pages a week. I’ll grant that they aren’t quality pages, they’re mostly unedited, but I’m trying to get the drafts finished before I really dig into the editing process.
The last two weeks though, I’ve been working so much that when I get home I basically collapse on the couch. Then, maybe watch a little TV and head to bed. Last week I wrote about 15 pages and they were terrible. I’ll probably end up tossing them rather than facing a grueling process of turning them into something readable. This week… I’ve written maybe 5 pages.
Exhausting work, my writing’s kryptonite.
There are a set number of hours in the day, but I’m starting to think there is a set amount of energy that can be expended per day too. I still have time after work when I could write, but the energy has already been burned. The mental and physical engine has already run out of gas.
Even writing this… has pushed me past the point of exhaustion. If I had the energy to go back and review it, I’d probably be bored to tears.
Thankfully, the exhausting schedule only lasts another ten days or so, and I should get back to the familiar routine. Until then, I’m heading to bed, leaving so many pages unwritten. For now.