This began as a post about IWSG, but has now morphed to include a mini tirade about technology. I actually submitted a post this morning, but after I returned home from some errands, I discovered that the post was gone. Argh…if you were sitting beside me right now, you would hear my best expletives because I can really curse up a storm when stymied by technology. 😦 But, it’s probably not appropriate here, so…on to another version of the post from this morning.
I’m approaching the end – well, end is a strong word because if a publisher ever agrees to publish my WIP, I’ll probably need to edit my brains out – but, I digress. I’m approaching the end of my WIP, and I’m feeling – I don’t know – I guess I’m feeling anxious. The anxiety stems from feeling that some days when I sit down and write I give it everything. I slip into the writing zone: my fingers fly across the keyboard, and my internal editor is mostly quiet. In those moments, I can dissolve into the words, see the characters in motion, and even feel what each character is feeling. I love those moments. I think I write for those moments, for the instances where I’m set aside and my mind can simply create.
Then there are other days. The days where I sit at the computer and a sentence comes out, and I stare at it. Then I change a word and stare at that. Then I hear a car drive by and stare at it. Get the picture. Those days are frustrating, and right now as I approach “the end” of Silent Witnesses, they are annoying. I’m so close to the end that my next project beckons, and yet I still have those wasted days. I know others out there experience the same thing. Alex posted about the watching the squirrel problem today.
Does it frustrate everyone else as much as it does me?
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