I used to write too much.
And I bet, at first glance, that seems like an odd problem for a writer to have.
You might be sitting here thinking, “What’s wrong with that? I’d love to have to try cutting back on how much I write. I can never seem to force myself to write ENOUGH!”
I know, I know. But writing “more” isn’t always better.
When I bring this up, I usually tell the story of my novel about bees. (It wasn’t really about bees. But sort of. You’d have to read it to get the metaphor.)
In July of 2012, I wrote an 130,000-word novel in 14 days. That’s all you really need to know. There were other things going on, my brain wasn’t in the best shape, neither was I. But I was so proud of that accomplishment, even though I barely ate or slept, barely talked…
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