I am afraid this is going to be a bad blogging week. I did not mean to make a Wuss-out Wednesday Post, and yet, here we are. I went on a long run this morning. Perhaps that is what took it out of me. I did a few household chores, wrote a letter, and wrote a little bit on my novel.
Here’s a thing: as I started to write on my novel, I thought, “What is with this not writing? All I have to do is write! Just put the pen to paper and write!” Of course the pen petered out shortly after that. And the part I left out was how much I had to bestir my brain to start that first sentence.
What I find is that if I say to myself, “OK, just write,” not much happens. If I think of a scene — for example, what if something freaky happens to Olivia in a dark alley? — I can often come up with something.
OK, you may say (you know who you are), so just think of a scene. It is these glib bits of advice that make writers like me tear our hair out.
Me with my hair torn out.
Just kidding. Regular readers know my bald has nothing to do with my frustration. I am not even sure I would call it frustration. In fact, I think I will try to follow the above mentioned glib advice: just think of a scene. I will let you know how it works out.
In the meantime, sorry about another lame blog post. I’ll try for something better tomorrow.
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