Mar 15, 2010 22:29
Couldn't write tonight. I managed to drag out half a paragraph, but I didn't enjoy it at all. I am hovering just below 40,000 words, which in theory is the halfway point but in practice will probably turn out to be about a third of the first draft. Fortunately I am so unnecessarily wordy that it should be a simple matter to cut it back down to size. Gah. Bad, bad Sara.
Also? I've taken an incredibly lax attitude toward my punctuation and tend to use it with an eye for emphasis and rhythm and not for correctness. I am the Queen of the Comma Splice. Rules are made to be broken, you say--it's not misuse so long as you're doing it deliberately--but surely there comes a point when it's just irritating.
And I overuse italics, which is ridiculous. And adverbs, which is slightly less so. And I wish I could write more than half a page without feeling the need to explain what somebody's eyes are doing. Seriously, I'm tempted to go through with the "find" function and remove every single instance of "eye", "gaze", "look", "stare", "watch", and all variations thereof.
This would be the other side of that pendulum swing, yes?
I'm trying to tell myself it's just leftover exhaustion from that deadline last Thursday, which is probably at least half the truth. Blegh. Where'd my momentum go?
(I love this icon--I think it's one of the most beautiful statues I've ever seen--but in my present mood David looks more constipated than anything else. I've decided it's appropriate.)
the writing thing,
unlettered