Good writing day yesterday.
It's funny though what can put a stop to a writing session.
Usually for me it's not "not knowing what happens next" or getting tired or losing focus.
It's something much more inane.
It was how to perfectly word a single sentence.
It wasn't even an important sentence! It was nearly a throwaway sentence! I could have easily and probably should have thrown the sentence away it was such a throwaway sentence but I was got so focused on the challenge of making it a perfect sentence that fit in the context and convey exactly what I wanted it to convey that it drove me mad and made me lose fifteen minutes of time and I still couldn't get it right.
It was a completely mundane action that had no fantasy in it whatsoever, and I even mimicked the action exactly in my own room over and over again in-person to get it right but to no avail. I was just stumped.
Frustrated, I saved my work and gave up in exasperation.
I'll almost certainly take the line out and change it for something else when I go back, but I'll write it down and put it on a post-it or something on my wall and deal with it in my spare time.
Yes, I know I'm very weird, thank you.
Love,
Skinner.
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