Even the ultimate deadline didn't do it for me.
I must be hopeless... Even knowing I was broadcasting my progress out into cyberspace. I just quit broadcasting.
Because I wasn't writing. All the efforts I made to kick my bottom into gear, and it didn't matter.
Then, lo and behold, a scene that unfolded in my head because of something I saw in the Hy-Vee parking lot over Thanksgiving converged with another nugget of a scene that tugged at my brain later, and I wound around and around in my mind how these two would go in the same story, because they seemed like they could relate.
And then it came to me. And I'm pretty excited about it.
Twenty-two hundred words in 4 days excited. That's pretty good for a mama with a full-time job who's out of practice, I'd say.
Anything is better than nothing.
And when I said that I would have at least one whole novel done by 12/21/12, while I thought I had in mind which one, in the end it doesn't matter to me. And for some reason I am not obsessing over this one like the other one, nit-picking over every word and how it should open, etc. Instead, I'm just letting the words flow out and having fun seeing where it's going, just as it should be.
After all, it should be fun.
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