I had another rough writing day today until I didn’t.
It was rough to start, and I was afeared that I wouldn’t get my second hour in at the end of the day because I had to leave at 5 in order to podcast with Josh, but I finished my work just early enough to sit down for a full hour.
I didn’t know what to write, so I just wrote about what I was thinking and feeling in a separate document until I felt ready to roll into my story…and I ended up writing over 2,000 words today.
I do keep writing and rewriting this opening bit, but I FINALLY have what is a decent enough opening that I’m moving on. I thought up a great scene between two characters that I wasn’t expecting. And after I wrote it, it felt like such a no-brained. Of course these two characters needed to start of this story. Protagonist and Antagonist. Duuuuhhh.
Anyway…it’ll still need rewriting, and I have too much in my story that I initially tried to pack in there…which means pruning and simplifying…but boy, is that a lesson I’m learning right now. I can outline and plan all I want to set stuff up, but a scene doesn’t give two shits about setting aaannnyyyttthing up…that scene just wants to be THAT scene. And I have to listen to that. Can’t do too much. That sucks the life out of what’s happening. It’s confusing. Doesn’t work. ID that central conflict and stick. To. That.
Anyway…podcasting was dope. Blade Runner. Will be up next week. And catching up on the Netflix work was a relief. I’m in the home stretch. Couple more days of work this week, and some mop up work next week. Feels good.
Life is good, man. I was feeling so frustrated this morning. So down. But I knew, you guys, I knew that the antidote to that was just to sit down and spend time with the work. Even if it was painful and frustrating, I just had to push aside the feelings of needing to finish and the fear of never getting there, and just write until it felt right.
It worked.
G’night.