Stupid Writing Tales, pt. II

[marlowe1]

Ok, so I wrote a paragraph last night. Yes, a whole paragraph. Basically I named a character with the same name as one of my longest unfinished novels (40K and going) - the 1940s small town one where I know the ending, I know more or less what's going on, and I don't know how to end it (damn Nanowrimo for giving me an easy excuse to abandon the thing) and I realized that this character that I have in this book is the grandson that the protagonist of the other book is writing a letter to. I figure that since I already self-plagiarized by giving a character a dismembered finger, I might as well go all the way and make it into a "sequel" (but with different characters and many years later) and I felt so good about that breakthrough that I celebrated by

watching a Law & Order rerun on TNT and going to bed.

Well I feel good about myself. Better than last night where I wrote more but I felt like I was writing shit the whole time (or worried that i was writing shit. If I feel like I'm writing shit I just relax and have fun and keep going.)

Tune in for the next episode of "Tim's Writing Career and Other Pathetic Specimens"

Comments

[artricia.livejournal.com]

Law and Order is evil! Not that I don't love it, because I do, but it's a huge time-sink.

New apartment doesn't have cable; I'm happier already.

[marlowe1.livejournal.com]

But it's on netflix too.

[davidbain.livejournal.com]

Some days writing a paragraph is a great achievement.