The Writing Diet

Today, in celebration of my birthday (belated) among other things I took a bath with my beloved magazine, Poets & Writers, and tall glass of cider. As usual, I was inspired by interviews with authors, agents and publishers who all somehow or another came back to the same conclusion that there is painfully little success out there to be had, even by the most brilliant of writers. Believe it or not, this sounds like encouragement to me, a reminder that I am in good company.

So, high on the noble thoughts of those who have gone before, I am trying something new. I am going on a writing diet. Here's what I'm going to do:

one week reading
one week writing
one week nothing

I'm going to try it for six weeks and see what happens. And I'm telling you--my 3-27 readers out there (thank you Google analytics for making sure I know every time nobody reads my blog)--so that you can feel free to scold, cajole, and hound me about following my diet. I have been known to cheat.

Of course, like all good diets, I start tomorrow. Tonight, I binge.