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lauraanne_gilmanWrote myself into a Bad Place yesterday. Had to spend too much time stepping backward in my own footsteps to get out of it without disturbing the stuff that was good, to find out where I went wrong. This is the writing equivalent (I am told) of having to unravel an entire sleeve of knitting...with your eyes closed.
Bah. Also, feh.
Sometimes, you just have to keep writing. Sometimes you have to stop and think before you go any further. And sometimes, you have to give up and try again. Knowing which to choose is dfficult, especially when you're well on your way. The temptation is to bull on through - and sometimes that's the right answer. But sometimes it's not. Last night, bulling on would have just annoyed the frog.
But in the end there were 1800 words notched on the bed post and the villain and the heroine have encountered each other in the flesh (sort of), and the hero is in deep kimchee with the heroine, and Falstaff has just pulled himself another beer. And the lion is missing. But nobody knows that yet. Not even the lion.
I need more coffee.
Also, got mugged by a title last night. A killer title that begs for something head-messing to go with it, story-wise. I have hog-tied it with scrunchies and shoved it in the closet for later.
Onward, ever onward. There is tequila waiting for me at end of day.
Bah. Also, feh.
Sometimes, you just have to keep writing. Sometimes you have to stop and think before you go any further. And sometimes, you have to give up and try again. Knowing which to choose is dfficult, especially when you're well on your way. The temptation is to bull on through - and sometimes that's the right answer. But sometimes it's not. Last night, bulling on would have just annoyed the frog.
But in the end there were 1800 words notched on the bed post and the villain and the heroine have encountered each other in the flesh (sort of), and the hero is in deep kimchee with the heroine, and Falstaff has just pulled himself another beer. And the lion is missing. But nobody knows that yet. Not even the lion.
I need more coffee.
Also, got mugged by a title last night. A killer title that begs for something head-messing to go with it, story-wise. I have hog-tied it with scrunchies and shoved it in the closet for later.
Onward, ever onward. There is tequila waiting for me at end of day.
