I knew this was going to happen.
I have 33 days left in Afghanistan.
The book is due in 27 days.
I have roughly 60 pages left to complete the first draft of my novel for Solaris Books, Grunt Life.
It should be easy.
But the problem is that I have 33 days left in Afghanistan. We're trying to deal with an enemy here who wants to kill innocent civilians as well as our own soldiers. It's my job to try and protect both of them. I'm constantly busy. I'm working 14-16 hour days. I come home exhausted. But like tonight, I sit down and pump out some pages and do some edits. Grunt Life is all that I am working on. It IS my spare time.
This is going to be an amazing book. If it hits right, it's going to hit HUGE. As writers we are able to recognize such things. My internal voice keeps saying, "You got something special here. Don't fuck it up." And I'm trying desperately not to.
How am I going to finish and edit this novel in 27 days and not screw it up?
Stressed?
Who me? Stressed?
Gah!
Enough whining.
Now I got to get back to it.
More words.
More pages.
Progress the plot.
Kill aliens.
Catharsis.
Redemption.
Gunfire.
Sex.
War!
GRUNT LIFE!
I have 33 days left in Afghanistan.
The book is due in 27 days.
I have roughly 60 pages left to complete the first draft of my novel for Solaris Books, Grunt Life.
It should be easy.
But the problem is that I have 33 days left in Afghanistan. We're trying to deal with an enemy here who wants to kill innocent civilians as well as our own soldiers. It's my job to try and protect both of them. I'm constantly busy. I'm working 14-16 hour days. I come home exhausted. But like tonight, I sit down and pump out some pages and do some edits. Grunt Life is all that I am working on. It IS my spare time.
This is going to be an amazing book. If it hits right, it's going to hit HUGE. As writers we are able to recognize such things. My internal voice keeps saying, "You got something special here. Don't fuck it up." And I'm trying desperately not to.
How am I going to finish and edit this novel in 27 days and not screw it up?
Stressed?
Who me? Stressed?
Gah!
Enough whining.
Now I got to get back to it.
More words.
More pages.
Progress the plot.
Kill aliens.
Catharsis.
Redemption.
Gunfire.
Sex.
War!
GRUNT LIFE!
Okay, so I'm not really anoymous, but those other things are too much trouble. As someone who writes much slower than you do, I am in awe of your output.
ReplyDeleteWrite Weston, write! Also get enough sleep, drink lots of water, and eat lots of lean protein balanced with fruits and vegetables. I hope you can get those in Afghanistan. If you are eating MREs, you have my sympathy.
I hope this has been at least a tiny bit encouraging.
Jan Harris