My efficiency drive (essentially, just counting the time I spend writing and putting it on my blog) has had unexpected result-- increased productivity.
At the end of the third week of September I'd written 4 stories. And quite honestly after four years of writing short stories I have a lot. And I mean a lot. I'm reluctant to tell you how many. In case you think I'm bonkers.
I've tweeted the number, if you really want to know. Don't hate me.
I reckon I can produce 4 science fiction, fantasy or horror stories in three weeks, and that's quite enough. That gives me a week a month for another project.
So I've been casting around for a new project. Novelling would be the obvious thing. But I just don't care for it. It would also be good to focus on craft/improvement for that week. But despite good intentions, I've got no follow through. I could even take a week off. Now, there's a thought.
But I'm turning to literary fiction. Especially after just reading, 'The Road.' Oh the prose, the wonderful prose. I think this is a route that a lot of spec writers try. I've certainly seen some of my writing friends turning to literary fiction, lately.
Should be fun. Wish me lucky. And see you in the clever pages.