Have realised things are getting a tad ridiculous. I've just got back into writing my non-rude novel. Have written about 5,000 words this week, taking it up to 16,265 words.
From a quick look at the trashy novels I own, it needs to be about 100,000 words - so, about 1/7 of it written. The thing that's annoying is that just as I write a section, I remember something else that I want to put in it. That, and the fact I've been working on it for 7 years and keep getting distracted so never finish it.
I'm taking my laptop to Dublin 'cos I'm determined to finish the bloody thing (and I'm quite enjoying writing it at the moment). Plus, there's something kind of romantic about the idea of sitting there writing in a cafe (OK, pub) in Dublin.
I've also heard that all writing derived income is tax-free in Ireland, so if I write most of it there, surely I could get some kind of tax break...? (Yes, of course I know this is deeply stupid and it wouldn't work like that. But I am seriously considering moving to Dublin because it's gorgeous there, the drink is cheap, the people are beautiful and there's sea and countryside pretty near town. That and the rent is way cheaper than it is in London.)
Anyway, on top of that, I've got 10,227 words of my deeply filthy book written and 1,337 of my (attempt at being) intelligent book written (luckily, I'm writing the latter with someone else so that should halve my work even if his writing does put mine to shame.) And then there's another book - this time about sex - that I'm looking at co-authoring with a fab established writer (was so chuffed when she asked if I'd like to write a book with her - she's had 24 books published already).
That's ignoring Cliterati and the freelance stuff I'm doing. Think I'm spending about 12-14 hours a day writing at the moment.
Am beginning to think that I can call myself a writer.
Posted by emilyd at October 19, 2002 09:19 PM