Timewasting
Dec. 20th, 2005 08:39 pmWriting this book intimidates me.
Terrifies me, rather.
I feel like an imposter, pretending to be a writer. Not only that, but my plot has suddenly gone all mushy on me, inside my head. And I find myself staring at the mountain of words left to write, and my fingers itch and twitch their way away from the keyboard. And the plot has decided not to cooperate with the characters: events are not being nearly unkind enough to them.
It's done this before.
I must write a scene, and then another scene, and a scene after that, and then I will finally get to the mortal danger and killing-people part.
Damn but this sucks. And seeing how much it sucks is intimidating me. I mean, I know I have to finish it before it can get better, but right now... It sucks. And looks like it always will.
/whinge
Terrifies me, rather.
I feel like an imposter, pretending to be a writer. Not only that, but my plot has suddenly gone all mushy on me, inside my head. And I find myself staring at the mountain of words left to write, and my fingers itch and twitch their way away from the keyboard. And the plot has decided not to cooperate with the characters: events are not being nearly unkind enough to them.
It's done this before.
I must write a scene, and then another scene, and a scene after that, and then I will finally get to the mortal danger and killing-people part.
Damn but this sucks. And seeing how much it sucks is intimidating me. I mean, I know I have to finish it before it can get better, but right now... It sucks. And looks like it always will.
/whinge