Yesterday I wrote and wrote and wrote. It felt as if I was pulling every word from the very depths of the dictionary and placing them carefully in each sentence. I struggled with each paragraph and every page. After three hours, I walked away from the computer. Watched a very bizarre movie. Came back. Deleted the same twelve pages I'd sweated over all morning and began again. This time, the words were there. And even though I only had time to splash about a thousand of them onto the screen, I felt satisfied. And this morning they read well.
What did I learn? I write like crap when I force myself. Go with the flow, baby.
1 comment:
I love it when the words just flow. It's one of the best feelings in the world. If I try to force myself to write when I'm not ready, it totally sucks. It'll take hours to get one page written and I'll end up deleting it.
Congrats on the 1K that works!
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