Do you love something enough to do it badly?
Not gonna lie: working retail this Black Friday shopping weekend and still getting in my writing time was Not Easy. But I kinda knew it was going to be like that, so even though my word counts are down, I feel like just managing to keep on plugging away made it a challenge well-met.
Also, have realized how much I rely on revision - much of what I first write turns into a framework for the second and third drafts - and those are always closer to what I had hoped the scene would be originally. I find this encouraging, actually. Frees me up to be a crappy writer - but isn't that also a fearless one?
20 Nov: Word count: 548.
A little easier tonight, but it took me awhile to get down to it. I realized I was procrastinating when I started reading food blogs. I don’t normally read food blogs.
21 Nov: Word count: 520.
Mostly incoherent exposition. *headdesk*
22 Nov: Word count: 347.
Not sure I made it any better, but I got the scene a little further along, at least. A smidge.
23 Nov: Word count: 0.
Seriously, this scene is starting to give me a real headache.
24 Nov: Word count: 172.
A little more with this current scene, feeling like I might be starting to dig myself out of the mud. Not much time to do more than squeeze in this tiny bit before getting ready for work, though.
25 Nov: Word count: 526.
Deleted a chunk, and am taking a different tack. Think I’m getting a better idea of what’s going on here, but still not out of the mud yet!
26 Nov: Word count: 0.
Holiday work schedule interfered.
Favorite 100:
The thing was, she realized, was that when she was a girl, she had often wondered what she would do, how would she react, if she ever had the chance to come face-to-face with something from one of her fantasy books: what would she do if she ever actually met a unicorn, or a fairy, or an elf? Would she be a believer, or would she find a way to explain it away - would she choose rationality over the magic? As a child, her theory was that she would just know. That the creature’s reality would have enough integrity to defy disbelief, willful or otherwise.
Also, have realized how much I rely on revision - much of what I first write turns into a framework for the second and third drafts - and those are always closer to what I had hoped the scene would be originally. I find this encouraging, actually. Frees me up to be a crappy writer - but isn't that also a fearless one?
20 Nov: Word count: 548.
A little easier tonight, but it took me awhile to get down to it. I realized I was procrastinating when I started reading food blogs. I don’t normally read food blogs.
21 Nov: Word count: 520.
Mostly incoherent exposition. *headdesk*
22 Nov: Word count: 347.
Not sure I made it any better, but I got the scene a little further along, at least. A smidge.
23 Nov: Word count: 0.
Seriously, this scene is starting to give me a real headache.
24 Nov: Word count: 172.
A little more with this current scene, feeling like I might be starting to dig myself out of the mud. Not much time to do more than squeeze in this tiny bit before getting ready for work, though.
25 Nov: Word count: 526.
Deleted a chunk, and am taking a different tack. Think I’m getting a better idea of what’s going on here, but still not out of the mud yet!
26 Nov: Word count: 0.
Holiday work schedule interfered.
Favorite 100:
The thing was, she realized, was that when she was a girl, she had often wondered what she would do, how would she react, if she ever had the chance to come face-to-face with something from one of her fantasy books: what would she do if she ever actually met a unicorn, or a fairy, or an elf? Would she be a believer, or would she find a way to explain it away - would she choose rationality over the magic? As a child, her theory was that she would just know. That the creature’s reality would have enough integrity to defy disbelief, willful or otherwise.