I revamped my whole schedule to get more things done. I’m studying French in the morning before work. I’m practicing guitar in the evening after dinner. I’m writing or editing for at least an hour each evening. I’m exercising for at least 30 minutes each day. I’m going to work a little earlier to give me the time to fit this stuff in.
So all day today I was having an argument in my head about how a scene should be written in The Page & The Magician. Between that and Monday’s impromptu pitching of the story, I took that as a sign that I need to begin editing.
I now understand how people can hate editing their own work. Sometimes just trying to figure out what to do with it is difficult. I know my second chapter is plagued with telling instead of showing. I’m not sure if everything I wrote that is back story is necessary. Do I know how editing is going so far? Not a clue. It’s practically my first time. I’ve rewritten a few times, but not really had any idea what I was doing as I did that with stories I hadn’t even finished writing. (Awful habit, I know. I’ve kicked that bad habit).
I also wrote a synopsis out for the eventual back cover.
On the exercise front, I did some beginner Tai Chi from a DVD tonight. Naturally I dug out my karate gi to workout.
I’ve registered for an in-person guitar class that starts next month, assuming it runs.
It seems like I’m adding a lot of things, but I’m really just making better use of my time instead of wasting it watching TV.
Anyway, it’s my hour of relaxation time.