I want cupcakes. I just saw some online, and I want some
right now. Of course, I don’t think I’ve ever had a cupcake live up to the
cupcakes of childhood. I don’t mind much, but it’s the truth.
Whew. I think I’m written out. I was going explain the above
few sentences, and I don’t feel I can. Let’s leave it at this: When I really
want cupcakes, I’m just better off opting for fudge or ice cream or Cadbury Crème
Eggs, because I really want something sweeter. Cupcakes just SHOULD BE sweeter.
Writing: It proceeds. Apparently, this second week is the
one that gets you. And how. This is the week that you realize all your
fantastic ideas have leveled off into one merely okay one. (Pssst: You need
more ideas, Rachael.) And where is your conflict? (You need more conflict, too.)
I swear, I’m about to throw in a rattlesnake attack or a
plane crash or a yarn drought, just to liven things up. I honestly don’t know
where I’m going yet. I thought I did. But I decided I don’t like where it was
headed, and I didn’t care about who the characters were while headed that way.
I do believe that even if you’re writing fast and hard, you need to care about
what you’re saying, you have to feel for the characters, and mine were marching
over to Cardboard Cut-Out Land, and I had to save them.
So yes, she DID in fact buy two alpacas, mostly on accident.
THAT should shake it up a bit.
(That is the good thing about writing – you can live out all
your fantasies and not have to worry about your urban neighbors calling animal
control on your ass.)
I’ve decided, though, that as much as this has been a challenge, I’m SO GLAD I’m doing it. I realize, again (how many times do I have to
have this revelation in order to remember it?), that I am a writer, and I love
writing. I don’t just love the having-written glow – I love the time spent writing.
I can think of only a couple of other things that make me lose track of time
the same way. I love that feeling of looking up and realizing that an hour has
gone by, and it didn’t even feel like five minutes. I love it when characters
are talking and you’re not even really thinking about what they’re saying – you’re just taking dictation (this is not as scary as it sounds,
And dude, I have 64 pages in 9 days. That’s amazing.
Who cares if the writing isn’t great? At least it’s on the page, and I have something to work with. I can’t work with nothin’. I have no real idea where it’s going
to end, except I know it will be happily, and I’m in it for the ride, doing it
to get the pages down so I have something to edit later.
This feels good. How ’bout you?
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