Today was a slog through the mud. Many writing days are like that. You sit down with a heavy feeling of “what on earth am I going to write today in this story?” What needs to happen? Is it too soon? Too late? Too much for this particular story? Not enough? Do I really want to write today?
No, I do not. I’d rather read a book, not write one that isn’t even bought yet. But I know if I don’t write, the afternoon will end with me feeling defeated and lazy. I didn’t write, though that’s my job. Writers write. And they don’t wait for the muse, lazy hag that she can be.
When I close the chapter document and sign off of Word, I mark my writing calendar, as I think I’ve told you, with smiley faces whose hue depicts the kind of writing day I’ve had. Yesterday it was purple–not good. I dillydallied and let myself be distracted by the internet and ended up accomplishing no more than formatting the new chapter and writing one word. One. The heroine’s name. Pretty bad.
I didn’t want to end up with a purple “smiley” face today, or even a blue, that shows I tried though it was hard. So I sat down. I kept my derriere in the chair, my hands on the keyboard. I didn’t open AOL. And I accomplished 3 pages in 2.5 hours. It’s not great, but it’s not bad either.
Tomorrow I may look at what I wrote today and think it’s all schlock. But at least you can work with what’s there, whereas you can’t do much with a blank page or screen. Have you slogged through the mud lately?
Blessings, Laurie
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