This week I managed to put in 280 minutes. Bafflingly, I have written fewer words. I cannot account for this. I imagine that there is something here about the curvature of the planet, or karma. Maybe the fey took a hand.
Or, y’know, it could be more of that actions-consequences thing I keep hearing about. Sounds like magic to me, but who can say?
Whatever, I only averaged 1,700 words/hr this week. Only. I think speed is not going to be my problem. Duration, that’s my problem, and frequency. I get those in line, and I’ll give Catie a run for her money.
I also note here that I seem to creep along when I count words, but I do damned well when I count minutes spent writing — and count the words as an interesting affiliated datum.
I have no idea what I would think of the Fast Draft method if I had the time to put into it daily, but I think the world of what I’ve been doing the past two weeks. I think I’ll continue. I may or may not keep posting my writing metrics here; it seems that would get fairly tedious to the casual viewer fairly quickly.
Crossposted from Epinephrine & Sophistry