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I ever got out of my agent was during a conversation at a time when I was feeling mighty guilty about not working on the proofs and getting them back to my publisher - although I always get them in well before deadline, a point of pride. I was just stuck, and said to her, "I think I'll just sit down with it at ten tomorrow morning and stay there for four hours, and get it done."
She laughed and laughed and laughed, to the point where she was starting to piss me off.
You know, the kind of pissed-off when someone close to you calls you out on something really stupid you either said or did?
Then she said, "If I could draw up a scenario in which you would never write another good word, I'd put you on a schedule like that."
Eventually, I sat down with the proofs and in a couple of days, they were done and they were perfect. It was the eleven-page editorial letter that scared me, but, in the end, it was the most brilliant road map I could have had for my own work. That's the genius of a good editor - she (mine is a she) sees your work clearly, in a way you cannot. But, I had to be ready to do it. There's no forcing, not with fiction, anyway.
When I hear of someone writing for eight hours a day, all I think is that s/he will maybe end up with a workable paragraph that day. Or else they're diarists, exorcising demons. Writing like that is great therapy.
Writing, I believe, is what you do while you're living your life....................
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