Turning a corner writing-wise.
Things are becoming clearer, more purposeful, more level-headed. I can feel it coming back, the way I used to write, the way I wrote Starstuff. Filled with confidence.
I’m realizing that’s the foundation for me. Confidence. When I have that, the delight and the joy is untainted. It’s unspoiled by doubt, so it’s easier for me to just listen to, to follow, to enjoy. And when I’m enjoying my writing, I know it will translate. It’s something I can craft, then, and that’s not scary or overly daunting, it’s just work.
The writing sessions are still small and short. Not a ton of words. But, I think I know what ails me there: no clear goals, and no consistency of late. Trying to fix the latter. And I will fix the former, too. Just have to figure that out with my rewriting process. There’s a way to do it, I just haven’t caught it yet.
Or…maybe my rewriting process will always be a bit fraught and overly long because I’m not able to set such quantifiable goals. I don’t know. We’ll see.
Time for bed now. Today was a good day. The writing was good. Work was, too. Started watching Bly Manor with Liz. We didn’t love Hill House, but it was still fun, too, so we’re watching this. It’s fun.
Niiiiight.