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hmpfWhy does writing always, *always* have to go so slow for me - even when it's going comparatively fast?
Take today and yesterday: I actually wrote some 250 words in the last 24 hours. That's actually pretty damn impressive for me. But. For nearly any other writer that would be what they'd manage in a few minutes, maybe half an hour at most. So why does it take so long for the next sentence, the next emotion, the next action, the next image to reveal itself to me? What is wrong with my brain?
I got most of the way through a new scene today. But not quite to the end - because I *don't know* what happens next. I just. Don't. Know.
What does Sam feel? What does he do? Does Annie come home? What does she say (does she say anything? Does he?)
Gah. Driving without a map, with the brakes on, in the fog. As per usual. *sigh*
Take today and yesterday: I actually wrote some 250 words in the last 24 hours. That's actually pretty damn impressive for me. But. For nearly any other writer that would be what they'd manage in a few minutes, maybe half an hour at most. So why does it take so long for the next sentence, the next emotion, the next action, the next image to reveal itself to me? What is wrong with my brain?
I got most of the way through a new scene today. But not quite to the end - because I *don't know* what happens next. I just. Don't. Know.
What does Sam feel? What does he do? Does Annie come home? What does she say (does she say anything? Does he?)
Gah. Driving without a map, with the brakes on, in the fog. As per usual. *sigh*
