some days, I annoy myself

[lagilman]

Today I wrote approximately 500 word of non-fiction, approximately 2k words of fiction (including time spent realizing I'd gone down a rabbit hole, backing out, and getting things back on track), redlined 15 pages of text on another project.

I also managed to cook two meals and get out for a walk, and have a long conversation with a friend, so it wasn't all about work.

And I realized that I have no idea if that's an actual good day's work, a fabulous day's work, or if - as I feel - I slacked off.

My fucked-up freelancer brain, let me show you it.

[my brain tells me I should be DONE with the redlining already. Never mind that the book's not due until the end of next month. Maybe I just need tighter deadlines? Erk, no.]

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It's remarkable how the inner foreman never lets up, isn't it?

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

What I'm doing right now is going through the first half of Dragon Ship, line-by-line, word-by-word, trying to true it up with the ending that's not written yet and! weave in the subplot. It's always hard for me to tell if I'm doing "enough" work when I'm revising, but the scenes I'm inserting are on the order of 500-1,000, and some word-choice tinks in the main storyline in order to foreshadow/illuminate the action in the subplot.

I think my brain's going to explode -- and I *still* feel like I'm slacking off.