Prolific

When you look that word up in the Merriam-Webster dictionary, you get this definition: "marked by abundant inventiveness or productivity."

My professor for senior seminar keeps calling me this. I can only assume, as he hasn't read my books yet, that he's referring to my productivity. Based on the definition, I agree. My productivity in writing as of late has been rather shocking. Nothing I can explain, sadly. I wish I could give everyone the secret to crazy writing abundance. I really do. But I don't even know how I reached the place I find myself in.

Today, I was tagged in one of my friend's facebook posts. She's a writing major as well and last I spoke with her, she was doing fairly well with her project for our senior seminar class. Anyway, I got onto facebook, just to see if anything interesting was happening and to keep tabs on my family, and I got a notification about being tagged in a post. When I looked at it, she was saying that she wanted to emulate me and "write a book in 24 hours". She was being sarcastic of course. I couldn't imagine writing a book in 24 hours. I don't think it's possible. I just found it kind of strange that someone wanted to emulate me.

On top of that, I keep forgetting that I'm a strange kind of writer. During our group meeting for the fantasy writers of our class, one of my classmates was mentioning that he wrote 800 words on one day and 1,000 on another. And that was a good week.

Then I'm disappointed in myself when I only write 2,500 words in two hours.

Is it really so strange to just sit and write? I don't agonize. I don't think I can. I'm just so stinking motivated to write out my books, I don't think I can stop myself. My will to write outweighs nearly everything else in my life. I'm actually really bummed that this weekend I won't be able to do any writing. I'm going to Messiah to see my sister perform in "The Miracle Worker", and that's 8 hours out of my weekend gone just in traveling. Not to mention the fact that a majority of my family will be around so I won't get anything done.

I dunno. It just makes me re-evaluate whether I'm doing the right thing or not. Because the people who agonize over their writing come out with much better pieces than I do. My work in the past year has accumulated to a large quantity, yes, but to what quality? The rewriting necessary in the coming years will be enough to probably make me want to rip my teeth out. All because I was so stinking eager to write them without thinking them through properly.

Then again, I know I wouldn't have arrived to the conclusions of necessary changes without having written things out and seen where the characters were going and what they were doing.

*Shrug* I guess in the end, it's all for the best. In the end, God knows what's going on. That's good enough for me.

Currently Writing: Revelation
Currently Reading: Eldest by Christopher Paolini
Currently Listening to: "Idumea" by The Millikin University Choir
^Yes, I'm listening to that song again. I've had it on repeat for days. I can't get it out of my head. Someone stop me!