Repeat after me:
I love deadlines.
I LOVE DEADLINES.
Again, again, again:
I LOVE DEADLINES, I LOVE DEADLINES, I LOVE DEADLINES.
The power of the deadline is an astonishing thing.
I am writing remarkably fast, as I have huge deadlines hanging over me.
I have a big, non-fiction book for John Wiley Inc., and a coffee table book for Periplus. I am getting up at five in the morning, starting to type around six, and then hammering away all day, taking short breaks every three hours or so.
To make up for the gruelling nature of the work, I am making my breaks really attractive. For the first break, I stroll over to a little cafe and have a really nice breakfast snack -- something calorific plus a bucketful of cappuccinno.
For my afternoon break, I put on my running shoes and go for run for half an hour or 45 minutes. I am quite close to Highgate Woods, so that's a pleasant environment to travel through --and quite refreshing. thanks to the smell of new mown lawns, etc.
Then it's back to work for a few more hours. My final break is at about 8 ish, when I have some dinner. My mother enjoys British sitcoms: I find 25 minutes of The Good Life or Porridge is a pleasantly mindless bit of entertainment -- and then it is back to the keyboard for another couple of hours of writing.
The computers at my mother's house don't have internet access so there's no distractions (I am typing this from a cafe around the corner).
I am getting thousands and thousands of words written every day.
But I am thousands more to write...