Feb 02, 2011 12:00
Productive day so far. Got up this morning, saw we had a two hour delay. Went back to sleep. Woke again to a snow day. Wrote the methods section for my research paper. The plan is to look it over again tomorrow and see if anything needs to be changed, then send it off to my research advisor with a couple spread sheets worth of data.
The next part of my day is watching things on my Hulu queue and working on the novel. I stared chapter 38 last night. I think the next parts are going to have the main character learning more about herself. Possibly doing more research, because nothing says fun like writing 2000 words about dusty books and files.
Actually, I have tastefully done scenes like that before. Keeping the flow does get a little tricky at times, but flow can be tricky at any stage. That's why we reread and edit and sculpt the words into something more than just letters strung together. We mold them into beauty and horribleness. We show the world through a lens of character, the fine manipulations of a mind and perception through words on a page.
When artfully done, it can take the reader to another place. When it's nothing more than words spewed onto the page with no sense of characters or a little thing called plot, it leaves the faint taste of bile at the back of the throat. The thing most people forget, just because you can write doesn't mean your should, or that you're any good at it.
And, I know there are going to be people who believe I'm not any good. I will get bad reviews. People will rip my words apart. All of that is fine. It's good. Because, if it's constructive in anyway, I can learn from it. I can get better at what I do. I can make my characters more believable. I can make my worlds stronger. The drive to do so is what separates good writers from people who call themselves writers because they throw words onto the page.
I want to be a good writer.