sigh…

Yesterdays writing went so well that it took me a little while to get my head out of the story when we were driving into town to the panel I was on for the Authors Association.  But luckily, by the time we finished dinner, I had called myself back. 

The problem is…today.  My writing is just not flowing today.  It’s stiff, no give.  I can’t seem to drop in.  Frustrating. 

It’s one of those writing days were I feel I’m just banging my head against a wall.  Pointless.  Futile.  Why bother.  All this effort to eek out a paragraph or two.  And no…I’m not exaggerating.  That’s all I’ve been able to manage, and I’ve been at it for hours.  And the worst part is that what I have eeked out, sucks. 

I think the problem is, yesterday was one of those magical writing days, where everything flowed, surprises revealed themselves to me, things seemed to make sense, fall into place.  And so I was very excited to enter my writing room today.  Knew it was going to be great.  HA!

I should probably go for a walk.  Get out of this airless claustrophobic space, where it feels like no matter what I type, how hard I work, I will end up tossing everything I wrote today, into the garbage, so I can start fresh. 

I hate this type of writing day.

You know what?  I’m going to go make some cookies.  Maybe a couple warm cookies and a cold glass of milk will help.  That’s what I’ll do.  And then I’ll go back in and try to work some more on the manuscript tonight.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Thursday, May 08, 2008 in Chewing the Fat