Try to Have Fun

THE DAY

I have a confession to make.

I know why this particular beginning is tough (although, really, they all are): because I’m not doing the book I spent the last month (before the novella) outlining.

Don’t ask me why.  Okay, you can ask me why, and what I’d say is . . . beats me.  But when I got around to actually beginning the thing, I was . . . just not interested?  Is that right?  Or was it that I was having a hard time imagining the setting?  (That was part of it.)

Another part, though: I really felt like I was revisiting territory I’d already traveled in terms of story.  Which isn’t good.

So, in the interim, I had gotten another couple of ideas.  In the end, I just closed my eyes and thought, Okay, which one interests you more?

I picked one.  I’m going for it.  I’m also going to finish it because I just have to.  I just bloody have to.

But, because I haven’t plotted it or thought the WHOLE thing through…yeah, it’s slow, and then I think, Jeez, cut yourself a break.  Just go with it, write it, try to have fun.  I think I’m a touch freaked out that I’m doing this to myself, this writing in the dark.  Like…is this really efficient or not?  I guess I’ll find out.

If I can’t have some fun, though…what’s the point?

Oh, and yeah: the first two days?  Those were words for the OTHER book.  So just ignore that man behind the curtain.

WRITING OUT LOUD

New Novel (started 5/05)

Day 1: 1000
Day 2: 1200
Day 3: 1800
Day 4: 1350

Blog Post: 350
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What I’m Watching:
Motive.
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What I’m Reading:
Fall for Anything.
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What I’m Listening to:
Nothing.  Listening for the voices to coalesce in my head.  Here’s what I don’t want: a bitter heroine.  Here’s what I also don’t want: a helpless, pathetic heroine.  Do I want her to be a little kick-ass?  Sure, but only if she’s believable.  When kids are pissed at their parents…writing that is tough because you really don’t want the poison to seep into everything.  They become unlikable, then, and completely unsympathetic.