I’m in it, I don’t mind telling you. I’m writing in circles. Not precisely happy with what I’m writing. I actually had hoped to get a bit of inspiration lately, but things didn’t quite work out the way I’d planned them. Not that it has a huge bearing on where I am write now. Well, maybe it does.
This thing is a lot harder than I thought it would be. I’m at a real crossroads right now. Most of the stuff I’m writing right now is fairly uninspired. It’s not creative. It’s pretty dry – I’m falling asleep writing it, never mind.
I’m on the verge of starting over again, now that I have a pretty good idea of the plot and characters, themes, etc. I think maybe if I start reworking some of the stuff I already have and make that somewhat cohesive, I may be able to get through the second half of the book. Right now, I’m just bogged down, story-wise and inspiration-wise.
On the other hand, I really wanted to have a solid first draft in my hands. Perhaps the idea is more romantic than practical. Why bang your head for three more months if it’s just not flowing?
Being tired certainly isn’t helping either. I get to the end of the day, and I just don’t want to write anymore. (I don’t want to sound like I’m complaining here, but if I’m journaling the journey, I might as well be honest about it all.) It’s not even that – the well needs time to refresh, you know?
I imagine that I’ll probably jot down some more scenes over the coming days or maybe weeks, and then start over, start putting new pieces together. I started doing that tonight, and just stopped writing at mid-scene. It’s supposed to be a funny, engaging, active scene but it’s as dry as a second-year dissertation on the rise of, I don’t know, brown spotted cows during the agrarian renaissance. (Actually, that sounds more exciting.)
I’ll ponder, and get back to it tomorrow night.
Right now though, it’s beddy-byes.
(Novel Writing Totals)
Hours Today: .5
Words Today: 571
Hours Total: 61.5
Words Total: 82,920