Ugh
I wrote another few hundred words today. I hate them all. I feel like I’ve dislocated my writing bone. Wasn’t like that yesterday.
I have a bad feeling I’m going to have to formalize an outline and some character sketches and do a lot of prewriting before I hit this project full bore. I haven’t worked that way in a long time. That’s going to postpone my 5000 words a week, but every step I take with the planning should speed up the actual writing process, not to mention improve the quality. Time to shake the short story tools out of my head and bring in the jaws of novel. I’ve elected to write like a big boy; that means hard work.
But it’s bedtime now. I’ll start tomorrow.
Need more coffee to shock your brain cells in motion. Try a 5 hour energy and have some ice ready to cool your fingertips. Gogo stimulants!
Writing at novel length is tough when you’ve spent any time at all training yourself to work at shorter length. I’m looking at my manuscript for my novel I crash-coursed for the Oregon workshop, and am tempted to throw the entire thing out and do it all over again. Something Dean Smith suggested I avoid at all costs because he said I’d probably hate whatever I re-wrote, and whatever I re-re-wrote after that. And so forth.
Now, I’m moving on to something different. But some days, it is tough to see what you’ve put on the page, and not like a single bit of it. Bleah.
Geez, Brad. Don’t look at it again 🙂 Fire and forget! (don’t they teach you military peeps that tactic?)