I sat down today to start writing–facing, mind you, draft #5 of this book, which has not yet broken 300 pages–stared at the computer for about ten minutes, and got up and left again. Went downtown and bought a rather spiffy hardback blank book and two reasonably decent pens, and came home again to begin writing. I am going to write as much of this book as is necessary by hand, because I don’t seem to be able to sit down at the computer and not try to work in old material, and while I know some of it is salvageable, I have got to face this book with as fresh and clear a head as I can. I absolutely do not seem to be able to do that at the computer.
I got 9 pages written, which is, I think, about 2000 words, give or take. Combined with the bit that I know is salvageable from chapter two–yes, chapter two; I screwed the book up that early, and it needs to be fixed from there on out–it’s certainly a chapter’s worth of text. I have to figure out a bit to make the beginning of the next chapter work, but that’s a job for tomorrow. At this point I don’t care if the book comes in short (it’s supposed to be 500 pages. I’ll be happy to get 400). I just need to do *something* to get a draft done, and if that means handwriting an entire novel, then okay, that’s what I’ll do. *Anything* to break out of this rut, which is just absolutely dragging me down.
This is a locked post because the world at large probably doesn’t need to know just how completely exhausted I am by writing this series, but since virtually everybody I have friended is either someone I know IRL or have known for a long, long time online, I figure you guys can bear up under listening to me snivel.
Off to yoga now. Perhaps I’ll be less snively later.