I finally got back on schedule (albeit 2 months behind schedule in reality) after a five day writing frenzy stretching from last Friday to last Tuesday. The five days were spent drafting three new scenes and amending the draft of the manuscript for The Crusades for my editor's comments. The manuscript for The Fall is currently with the editor and not yet returned so I actually have a weekend ahead of me where I can spend the time resting from The Panopticon series drafting.
I always say that but then cannot help myself. Strange to get into such a disciplined rhythm that come Saturday morning I know I will feel out of sorts because of the interlude. Pausing as a semi-professional writer somehow seems wrong.
I will start my morning by dipping into the stacked pile of books that I've been meaning to read the last couple of months but keep on putting off because I would rather be writing. By lunch time I will have found my way to the computer, probably surfed the net for a while, and will be turning my mind to one of my next writing projects.
I have actually been working on those next projects for a while in terms of jotting down concepts, ideas and even begun to flesh out some of the material. It tends to be where I turn when I am procrastinating about my main project. So, even when I'm not writing what I have set myself to write on any particular day I am still writing.
Cannot switch the mind off. Never have been able to do so. Never will either.