It felt so good to spend time, real lovely hours interrupted, writing again this weekend back at the library. A combination of computer repairs and vacation interrupted my pace, so I spent some pre-writing time reviewing my revisions notes and rereading some edited scenes to get into the flow again. There is something so satisfying about getting through a scene. About feeling excited to read it again. This story might be absolute crap but at least it makes me smile.
Yet, I still drag my feet about writing. It seems so impossible and awful until I just start. Over and over again the same lesson. I’m a slow learner.
I know I’m not the only one who faces this problem, but the time I always feel the most inspired to write usually comes around 9 am, just as I sit down to do my day job. Brains are funny like that.
Here are the last sentences I wrote from this past week:
- 7/24: But only for eleven more minutes.
- 7/25: She heard it in my voice.
- 7/26: I thought she’d gone back to sleep when she suddenly pulled back and looked at the clock again.
- 7/27: I take the long way running home.
- 7/28: Luke beams when I sit next to him at lunch, peanut butter sandwich in hand.
- 7/29: I’d give anything, anything for that not to be true.
With Love,
Natalie