Sunday, May 6, 2012

So...there's this book


I have until next Wednesday to finish edits on REALITY BOY. <----This is partially a lie. I mean, no one is standing over me saying, "You have to have these edits done by next week."
Well, no. I am. I am standing over me saying, "You have to have these edits done by next week."
Look: If I didn't do that, nothing would get done.

Anyway, I have to write the next book. I'm 25k into it and I want to say I'm 40k into it. And then 50k, etc. until I can say I AM DONE WITH THE NEW BOOK.

That feeling is always so nice.
Especially considering I have two other books in my head right now that I want OUT by 2013.
OUT as in: Out of my brain. I want them out of my brain and on paper.

This means sacrifice, posse. Big honking sacrifice.

It means less blog posts. Or short weird ones like this.
It means no internet.
It means less email.
It means I can only hit lane three at the pool after I write at least 4000 words in a day this summer.

But it also means a 2014 and 2015 book.
And a project that might result from me and Andrew Smith hanging around each other for a while.

So we make these sacrifices, right? That's what we do.

Picture me eating organic peanut butter and apples.
I'll be in the basement.
Pip pip. Tally ho.



4 comments:

Valerie said...

ah, the sacrifices one makes for art! it's exciting to be so productive, yes? it's exciting for us to know more books from you are coming as fast as you can empty them from your brain to the paper - so get crackin'! :)

K. M. Walton said...

Best of luck as you get it done, which I know you will.

Matthew MacNish said...

Get to work, it's been too long since we've had a new Amy book.

Joanne Fritz said...

Can't WAIT to read them all, Amy. So take as long as you need to get those ideas into a Word doc where they belong.

We should ALL be staying off the internet and writing writing writing...