Dancing to Dirges

Depressing and happy things Tim says, sometimes while drunk

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Thoughts on a bad day of writing

I had kind of a bad day, writing. I was up a lot in the middle of the night, and then when I did get back to sleep I had trouble getting up. So it was a slow start. And then, for whatever reason, I just couldn't get my word count flowing. By lunch I had around 180 words. So I ate some quinoa chili, watched a little television, and came back to it in about half an hour.

Then I wrote 2500 words. I only stopped because my scene was over and my battery was low. I might go back after dinner and finish the chapter, or I might save it for tomorrow. No worries, either way.

But here's the point. I do this all the time. And because I have bad mornings, and bad afternoons, and entire bad days, I've stopped letting it get to me. Every time I've had one of those days, the next day is fine. Or the day after that. Or that afternoon. Or an hour later. I always come back. I just have to keep at it, keep pushing, and finally the words come. My output is not the result of any particular talent. It is the end result of failing a thousand times, and pushing through every time. When I have trouble I know it will pass. When the words don't work, I know that the next one might.

Anyway. This works for me.


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