Post by moonmanmad on Jul 10, 2012 2:36:09 GMT -5
I started out this year writing more than 70K words in January, and writing a bunch in February, but then about the middle of February I hit a wall and haven't done a lot of writing since then. My current word count is 120,607. A good deal of those words belong to my writing blog, but I won't put the link here because I kind of feel that would be rude. I will, however, copy and paste my latest blog entry, which I just posted a short time ago:
"I think it was about five days or so before the beginning of July that I started gearing up, in my head, for JulNoWriMo. I knew I wanted to work on On The Yellow Brick Road, but I would have to do some cleaning up of what I’d already written before I could go barging ahead into the unwritten, so I worked for a few days on that. Did some good work too, getting the first four chapters rewritten, and then, when I got feedback on it, rearranging and rewriting some more. I also selected a few other projects that I might work on if I got stalled on OTYBR, went through what I had and made sure that there were no rewrites or revisions needed. I figured I was all set. Then July arrived and nothing happened. And now it’s right near the end of Day 9 and nothing has still happened.
Yes, I know that’s a grammatically incorrect sentence, who the hell cares?
I went through this kind of thing last year, and the year before that. But the difference is that this time I’m not all filled with anxiety and self-loathing and Poof-blaming. In fact, I’m not really worried about it at all. And I still feel geared up to get started. I’m just…waiting for when it feels right. Sort of like a gambler at a card table who doesn’t have the best hand he’s ever seen, but judging from the way the bets are going down, he knows he’s got something. Or like Captain Ramius in The Hunt For Red October when the torpedo is closing in on his submarine and he’s got to order a turn or else the submarine smashes into an under sea wall and the crew is near panic because he’s just sitting there, seeming to mumble “eenie meenie minie moe” to himself and the first officer is going, “CAPTAIN! TURN THE FUCKING BOAT, ALREADY!” but Ramius waits and waits and waits until finally, at the last possible moment, he orders “Right full rudder!” and the crew nearly weeps with relief and the helmsman turns the boat and it misses the wall and dodges the torpedo and everyone survives and then Jack Ryan shoots a guy. It’s like that.
Captain Ramius was waiting for the right moment, and only he knew when that moment had arrived. And maybe he didn’t even know when it would, he only knew when it did. And so will I. And when that moment comes, I will begin writing, and most likely not stop (figuratively) until the end of the month. I doubt that I’ll manage to write an entire 50K words before the end of July, but that’s not really the point. Well, okay, it is the point But the consolation prize is cool too: getting back into a writing groove. And I know I’ll get there. It’s where I belong."
And that's pretty much where I'm at right now.
"I think it was about five days or so before the beginning of July that I started gearing up, in my head, for JulNoWriMo. I knew I wanted to work on On The Yellow Brick Road, but I would have to do some cleaning up of what I’d already written before I could go barging ahead into the unwritten, so I worked for a few days on that. Did some good work too, getting the first four chapters rewritten, and then, when I got feedback on it, rearranging and rewriting some more. I also selected a few other projects that I might work on if I got stalled on OTYBR, went through what I had and made sure that there were no rewrites or revisions needed. I figured I was all set. Then July arrived and nothing happened. And now it’s right near the end of Day 9 and nothing has still happened.
Yes, I know that’s a grammatically incorrect sentence, who the hell cares?
I went through this kind of thing last year, and the year before that. But the difference is that this time I’m not all filled with anxiety and self-loathing and Poof-blaming. In fact, I’m not really worried about it at all. And I still feel geared up to get started. I’m just…waiting for when it feels right. Sort of like a gambler at a card table who doesn’t have the best hand he’s ever seen, but judging from the way the bets are going down, he knows he’s got something. Or like Captain Ramius in The Hunt For Red October when the torpedo is closing in on his submarine and he’s got to order a turn or else the submarine smashes into an under sea wall and the crew is near panic because he’s just sitting there, seeming to mumble “eenie meenie minie moe” to himself and the first officer is going, “CAPTAIN! TURN THE FUCKING BOAT, ALREADY!” but Ramius waits and waits and waits until finally, at the last possible moment, he orders “Right full rudder!” and the crew nearly weeps with relief and the helmsman turns the boat and it misses the wall and dodges the torpedo and everyone survives and then Jack Ryan shoots a guy. It’s like that.
Captain Ramius was waiting for the right moment, and only he knew when that moment had arrived. And maybe he didn’t even know when it would, he only knew when it did. And so will I. And when that moment comes, I will begin writing, and most likely not stop (figuratively) until the end of the month. I doubt that I’ll manage to write an entire 50K words before the end of July, but that’s not really the point. Well, okay, it is the point But the consolation prize is cool too: getting back into a writing groove. And I know I’ll get there. It’s where I belong."
And that's pretty much where I'm at right now.