almost fiction
wow, so i actually did something tonight that i've been meaning to do for months.
i sat down for a second, and i read over what i had been writing since april.
and that i havent written since july.
i sat down, and i read some of it.
and then i wrote some more.
not much. only about 800 words or so.
and i know it's not quite up to the standard that i had previously set for myself.
but i know what i have to do now. i have to push a little harder. whereas it used to just flow, now i have to give it a little shove, a little effort. not too much or it will be crappier than it's coming at his point, but a little. because i know how to get through my own writer's block. when i recognize that the writing is starting to become a little dreadful, i finish my section, and then i go back about 50 pages and revise.
so im gonna finish a few more sections. maybe get the main character back to america. and then im going to revise. because i realized tonight, that i havent even reached the ferry yet. im not even close to being done.
but i have to finish it. i need to finish it. because it means alot to me.
i guess it's just tougher now that we're in the real world. back in scranton, i could write whenever i wanted, staying up till 8 in the morning, pounding at the keys in a 5 hour coffee and cigarette driven typing marathon. cant do that now when you have to work in the morning.
but i'm gonna try and finish. cause i want to know how it ends.
i sat down for a second, and i read over what i had been writing since april.
and that i havent written since july.
i sat down, and i read some of it.
and then i wrote some more.
not much. only about 800 words or so.
and i know it's not quite up to the standard that i had previously set for myself.
but i know what i have to do now. i have to push a little harder. whereas it used to just flow, now i have to give it a little shove, a little effort. not too much or it will be crappier than it's coming at his point, but a little. because i know how to get through my own writer's block. when i recognize that the writing is starting to become a little dreadful, i finish my section, and then i go back about 50 pages and revise.
so im gonna finish a few more sections. maybe get the main character back to america. and then im going to revise. because i realized tonight, that i havent even reached the ferry yet. im not even close to being done.
but i have to finish it. i need to finish it. because it means alot to me.
i guess it's just tougher now that we're in the real world. back in scranton, i could write whenever i wanted, staying up till 8 in the morning, pounding at the keys in a 5 hour coffee and cigarette driven typing marathon. cant do that now when you have to work in the morning.
but i'm gonna try and finish. cause i want to know how it ends.