Now, this may have something to do with my chaotic process. I don’t outline, I don’t plan ahead. I plunge into a first draft and it goes all over the place and it ends up a mess. Which means I have to spend the next five months cleaning it up. Oh, if I could just have a logical system with notecards that summarize every chapter ahead of time. If only I could approach it like an engineer with a blueprint. But even if I could do it that way, I think I’d still be writing only a book a year. Because of that natural rhythm thing again. I write four pages a day and I’m bushed. Whether those four pages are good or bad, they exhaust me.
And I have to wander off and make a martini to recover.
Boldfaced emphasis added by me.
I know some writers like to use word counts for each day. I don’t know how they can manage that. It seems like sending yards of words off a bizarre loom.
When the words come slowly or are not happening at all, I don’t see how a damn daily word quota can help.