It seems to me someone, somewhere had said that writing a novel is a manic process. And if they didn't, I'm saying now. Someone else can quote me. Or not.
Here's the thing, at times the story flows and I'm just along for the ride. My characters know exactly what to do and say, situations make perfect sense and I don't even realize that I'm typing. I'm reading. That's how smooth it goes. Other times I put my characters in a room, or on a mountain top, and they look at me like I'm a complete idiot. I might have said that before. It simply bears repeating. Anyway, the story doesn't flow. It's staccato. It's sharp, jagged phrases that come out arthritic. Today, my writing definitely needed some Icy-Hot. Arthritis all over the place.
It's felt like that for days now. I don't know what's going on. I feel like I'm definitely in a slump, one that is irritating the crap out of me. I'm getting words in, the story is progressing, but it's like yanking a baby out of the womb who's too comfy to leave. It comes out kicking, screaming and just generally pissed off. Where's my gentle water birth? Ok. Maybe that's a bad metaphor. See what I mean?
I've taken the time to go back and read over these painful scenes, and honestly, they're not half bad. I wouldn't call them brilliant by a long shot, but there's some goods in there. So what's the deal? Is my writing stuck or is fine and it just hard right now because it can't always be like I'm reading? Maybe.
It also bothers me that I can't tell how close I am to the end of the story. Do I split it in two-three stories or do I try to fit it all into one. Have I said that before, too? Again, maybe. I feel like I'm thinking in circles and writing in triangles. If that makes any since. It probably doesn't.
I'm going to bed.
Today's Word Count: 1,476
Total November: 43,599
Words to Hit 50k: 6,401
P.S. If you run into my characters on the street, please tell them to be nice to me. I'm trying really hard.
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