Sorry for not posting the past two days. I had a bit of a productive streak for the past. The first one, I added four sections to my WiP. The second, I edited Doorways.
In other words, I completed the whole round of edits in a single day. Which left me completely tired, but at least I’ll be able to get on with my rewriting once more.
I’ve actually been in a strange place, emotionally, making my drafting efforts a bit more difficult. I love the story, but at the moment, the only thing that’s not giving me a ton of stress in my life is my writing.
Problem is, as the pressure grows, my creativity goes.
My rhyming skills, remain.
Yeah… weird… Weird place. Anyway. Pressure or no pressure, I know one thing.
Writing makes things better. Not only does it take me away from my issues, but it helps me deal with them.
But damn. The issues don’t help me to sit down and write.
Still, I do. Almost every day. I sit down and find what I want to say. Usually, it starts off wrong, uncomfortable. Stiff. But as I go, I start living myself into my character’s worlds and problems (and let’s face it, theirs make mine look like inconveniences) and the words come. First a trickle, then a flood.
Hopefully, I can keep this happening for as long as I need to.
Anyone else have issues with writing when the rest of your life is somehow out of whack?