What Do You Mean, I Have Limits?
So, I’ve been noticing something the last couple of days that comes as a bit of a surprise to me. I think I’ve hit my limit for editing, at least for my own stuff.
Now, I suppose this shouldn’t surprise me, given I’ve just done 4 straight full-novel passes of editing. The shortest of those novels is 95,500 words, and I’ve now done that one twice since finished August Camp NaNo. The other two were 103k and 114k words. That’s a LOT of editing. In fact, I get tired just typing that. It might have been a bit much to do all at once, because now I’m having trouble concentrating on editing a single short story. Hmm. This is going to pose a problem. I still have a ways to go before the end of October, when I get to write Still They Watch.
Yes, I could keep working on building Spire of Time, and I have been, to the point that I have the basis for each of the books, some detail on the second, and a significant amount on book 1. I have titles for the first two already. But with the amount I already have on the go, doing that will probably only make the excessive editing worse down the road. I think I’m mostly whining here, as I have no idea what to do about this. Taking a break doesn’t seem to be an option either. I’m trying to take this afternoon off, to relax and give myself a break from writing. Instead, I’m getting twitchy. I want to be writing. I just can’t seem to get my brain down to concentrate on editing. I want words, but apparently I want new words. I want to race along the edge of a new story. That one short wasn’t enough to ease the need. Clearly, I need to write something every other month. This two month break is killing me. Who would have guessed that would be such a problem?
I have no intention of starting early on my NaNo novel, and that’s partly because NaNo isn’t really as far away as it feels. It’s only 19 days away. Hmm. I need to fold time. To make Then Now. I know that will happen Soon, but I want it to be Now.
Also, note to lungs. You can stop being sick and coughing any bloody time you like. Thanks, sincerely, me.