Hard Graft
Yesterday, I had a bad writing day. Everything I wrote was terrible; a disservice to my characters and just cringeworthy in general. I suspect this was due to a combination of my preferred writing space being entirely washed out by squalls, and the fact that I was far more interested in playing Persona 4, and was writing out of a sense of duty.
Today, I was at a friend's place, stretched out on the couch far, far away from the PS2. And I tried again. I did nothing until about 1pm but try and make the scene work. By the time we had lunch I had entirely rewritten the awful mess of the day before. It was hard work.
Currently the draft's sitting on about 23 thousand words. I haven't set myself any particular goal for these holidays, just as long as I keep plugging away at it.
I saw an interview with Margaret Atwood in which she said that she usually starts about three projects before deciding which one to write, and she writes the one she's in love with. Lucky her; my relationships with my projects tend to be more antagonistic. I keep at them because it's a fight, and I want to win.
Today, I was at a friend's place, stretched out on the couch far, far away from the PS2. And I tried again. I did nothing until about 1pm but try and make the scene work. By the time we had lunch I had entirely rewritten the awful mess of the day before. It was hard work.
Currently the draft's sitting on about 23 thousand words. I haven't set myself any particular goal for these holidays, just as long as I keep plugging away at it.
I saw an interview with Margaret Atwood in which she said that she usually starts about three projects before deciding which one to write, and she writes the one she's in love with. Lucky her; my relationships with my projects tend to be more antagonistic. I keep at them because it's a fight, and I want to win.