One day I absolutely hate what I am writing. I can’t see the story coming together or making any sense to anyone else. I think the premise is shaky and I definitely do NOT have the skills necessary to tell any kind of story.
The next day, (usually in the bathtub) I figure out some problem in the plot, or find the motivation for certain actions. And get a glimpse of the big picture and think.….this MIGHT actually work! I start to like the story again, and go off to make some notes for the next day’s work.
So I think I have writer’s schizophrenia. (It took me 5 minutes to figure out how to spell that word.) That’s how people GET that mental disorder. One day they try to spell it . . .then they get it.
I love it, I hate it. But I keep writing it. Even though I am practically a tea totaller, I can see now why some authors drink. It’s to get past the scary part where you want to throw the whole mess in the wastebasket and get on with your life as a failed novelist right away. It’s just too agonizing to work toward the end of the story thinking you might end up running it through the shredder so no one ever sees the drivel you wrote.
As a matter of fact, at the end of one of my dialogs yesterday, I typed in the word DRIVEL in caps at the end of it. (Shameless word padding?)
So take a word off my word count on the NaNo site, be my guest!
Yes, yes. I am a little grouchy. And it’s beginning to feel like labor pains writing this story ! All women get a little grouchy when they are in labor. Don’t mess with her in the last phase, she is a dangerous woman right then.
But since I don’t drink, I have no handy dandy stress reliever around.
So I write this stuff here instead and subject you to all my insecurities.
Sorry.
But hey, look at it this way. You are keeping a woman on the straight and narrow and out of the liquor cabinet!
Just think, you are a “good deed doer!” (The Wizard of Oz couldn’t spell filanthropyst either.)
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Where’s that Grapefruit soda? I need a good stiff belt right now.