Unfortunatly it in not me working. Well, not writing anyway. Spring is sprung and tasks are sprouting so it is easy to walk away from the keyboard and do somethng else. Spring fever has to end sometime and when it does I'll get back to writing. Much of what I read from successfulwriters is that one must write everyday. I have yet to get into that mode. I need to get stubborn about it.
One of my favorite quotes popped up today -
Great minds discuss ideas; Average minds discuss events; Small minds discuss people.
— Eleanor Roosevelt
Given that, it amazes me that much of writing advice is to create great characters. Maybe that is the difference between fact and fiction writing but I don't see why that should matter. If you want to read and write soap operas that's fine but I want my space operas.
I ain't as groovy as I thought but I'm still trying to write. Unfortunatly the weather turned nice so that will slow me down a bit.
Catchy title I hope. Last week I managed to write (a little bit) for two days in a row. It is amazing how that little bit got me in or at least near a groove of wroting every day. Unfortunatly the weekend came and disrupted that groove but I think it will be easy to find it again. Who knows, maybe someday I'll actually finish this ill fated project.
I think the dark days of winter have something to do with my lack of productivity. I'll soon put that to the test. We're on DST and it will be light out much later into the evening. But that also means more stuff to do outdoors and the opportunity to tire myself out. In any case I've done a little work on my short but not nearly enough to call it a new begining.
The old question is - How do you eat an elephant? The answer is - one bite at a time. That is how I'm looking at my novel. It is a big elephant and I'm just staring at it. I've taken a few nibbles but not enough. Oh well, I'm a light snacker so I'm sure this elephant will get eaten eventually.
My writing a short story based on a chapter is moving along at a glacial pace. I've got it all down but mostly rambling and not complete. I'm having a bit of trouble trying to figure out how to end this short. We'll see how it goes.
The words don't want to come. I'm forcing myself to write at least a few sentances a day but that is hardly the way to write a novel. Still it is better than nothing and soon I'll find myself at the end of the page wondering how I got there. So I'll keep plodding away and someday I'll have this novel done.
One of my problems is that I'm so plot oriented that as soon as I have a plot figured out I lose interest in writing the story. For shorts I can power through but for the novel I'm attempting that isn't working. So I'm trying a tactic where I write each chapter as a short then meld them together later on. Wish me luck. One difficulty I'm finding with this is keeping a constant character presence throughout the narrative. If it works I'll let you know how it went.