The important thing with driving a truck is to plan ahead and then throw the plan away when problems happen and keep going. A load delivered late is still a load delivered.
At the risk of being called truck-o-phobe again, writing is not driving a truck. Except when it is.
I was talking to a friend last night. Both of us are hard workers, perhaps compulsively so, and we were lamenting the fact that we can’t just “put in x hours” and the book will be done. That’s not how it works.
Oh, yeah, I know, I seem to be contradicting what I told you before. You know, when I say when it seems like the book is dead and you can’t go on, go on, afterwards you won’t even be able to tell where you were phoning it in. This is true. I know there was a place in A Few Good Men (written in 2 weeks) where I came to a stand still for two days. I honestly can’t remember where it is, and I have trouble finding it. I…
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