I should give up arguing with my muse
Project: someday this romance novel is going to need a name
Deadline: haven't got one
New words written: 2455
Present total word count: 27016
Reason for stopping: end of scene and should go to the grocery store
Mean things: hip sockets aren't supposed to DO that
Fun things: EVERYTHING ELSE
Stimulants: apparently carbonated hormones
Words Word don't know: dammit, do NOT correct "all right" to "alright," EVER, unless I am writing about a certain song/album by the Who
I am facing the prospect of having reached the Dreaded Middle of the Book. This is probably why my brain keeps insisting on writing things from the second half. Yesterday and today went like this:
Muse: You're gonna write the wedding night scene.
Me: Really? Shouldn't we actually sort out the lieutenant's Ma and getting the boys to Portsmouth? That really does have to happen, you know.
Muse: Whatever. It'll happen. But I've got the wedding night ALL WORKED OUT.
Me: Yeah, and? I've known what it has to get across for ages. Pretty much a given.
Muse: But I've got DETAILS.
Me: ...you certainly do.
Muse: Write the wedding night, or not only will I make it impossible to write any other scene, I'm gonna make it impossible for you to remember to eat lunch. Or dinner. We'll see who blinks first.
Me: Okay, okay, I'm writing.
Muse: *is extraordinarily vivid*
Me: *writes*
Muse: There, isn't that better? Just look at that wordcount! And that may be the last of the narratively necessary sex scenes in the book. Now I can let you get on with other things.
Me: All right. How about working on the way the boys deal with a lack of coffee?
Muse: Don't push your luck.
And now I need to see about the grocery store, and dishes, and maybe a late lunch. Or an early dinner. I kinda want to grab a sandwich from Subway. I feel like I deserve it.
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Deadline: haven't got one
New words written: 2455
Present total word count: 27016
Reason for stopping: end of scene and should go to the grocery store
Mean things: hip sockets aren't supposed to DO that
Fun things: EVERYTHING ELSE
Stimulants: apparently carbonated hormones
Words Word don't know: dammit, do NOT correct "all right" to "alright," EVER, unless I am writing about a certain song/album by the Who
I am facing the prospect of having reached the Dreaded Middle of the Book. This is probably why my brain keeps insisting on writing things from the second half. Yesterday and today went like this:
Muse: You're gonna write the wedding night scene.
Me: Really? Shouldn't we actually sort out the lieutenant's Ma and getting the boys to Portsmouth? That really does have to happen, you know.
Muse: Whatever. It'll happen. But I've got the wedding night ALL WORKED OUT.
Me: Yeah, and? I've known what it has to get across for ages. Pretty much a given.
Muse: But I've got DETAILS.
Me: ...you certainly do.
Muse: Write the wedding night, or not only will I make it impossible to write any other scene, I'm gonna make it impossible for you to remember to eat lunch. Or dinner. We'll see who blinks first.
Me: Okay, okay, I'm writing.
Muse: *is extraordinarily vivid*
Me: *writes*
Muse: There, isn't that better? Just look at that wordcount! And that may be the last of the narratively necessary sex scenes in the book. Now I can let you get on with other things.
Me: All right. How about working on the way the boys deal with a lack of coffee?
Muse: Don't push your luck.
And now I need to see about the grocery store, and dishes, and maybe a late lunch. Or an early dinner. I kinda want to grab a sandwich from Subway. I feel like I deserve it.
This entry was originally posted at http://julian-griffith.dreamwidth.org/3816.html and has
comments. Comment wherever you like.