I'm kind of proud of yesterday's effort.
I woke up without a clue what I was going to write. I went through my usual morning routine, which usually provides a clue. Nothing. I was feeling distracted. Linda and I planned a movie at 3:00 so I only had a few hours, and our Sunday night is our big TV watching night.
I delayed getting started.
What would it hurt if I missed one day? I started to ask myself.
I lay on the bed in the dark and tried to come up with an idea. A phrase came to mind, then another, and little by little, the scene started to come to me. Most of what I wrote took some adjustment -- that is, it didn't come out quite the way I wanted. But I forged ahead.
And in the end, the chapter I produced I think was as good as anything else I've done. Maybe a little clunky in execution, but the scene felt real, which is the real goal.
So...I'm proud of myself for sticking to the schedule and getting it done.
I'm about 3/4ths of the way finished with Blood of Gold. I'm going to feel like I really accomplished something if I can get an entire trilogy finished.
I keep coming up with one chapter at a time, though the ending is hazy. Usually by this time I've plotted the rest of the book. I know I'm going to have a big Good versus Evil battle at the end, but haven't a clear notion of how it's going to play out.
Meanwhile, I keep writing.
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