I spent Wednesday on the slopes with my husband and two youngest boys. The snow conditions were only so-so but our happiness level was through the roof. Sun and skis and smiles all around.
I spent today - eight long hours - wrestling with my current w-i-p. This one has been a rough journey. I wrote this story beginning to end last year, only to realize that, despite some good stuff, I only had half a novel. I was missing an entire POV. The shape was, well, a little bit bland. The piece simply wasn't as good as I needed it to be. I panicked, procrastinated, sought pity, ate too much and, finally, fought my way through another draft. And another.
I'm at that point where I'm really not sure if I'm "there" or in the midst of another icy, imperfect slide down the slope that is writing a novel. But at least I'm moving forward. At least I'm on this hill.
The two top titles on my TBR this month both, intriguingly, involve the word BREAK in some form. With my own preferences clearly showing, both are contemporary, stand-alone YAs that involve words--in one case, poetry, in the other, rock song lyrics--and the ways they can affect identity, the ways they can sometimes even heal.
My assistant wearing glasses. No particular correlation to the text. But, yes, he's adorable as is the teen boy holding him!
A sudden change of plans opens up three extra hours in your afternoon. You sit down at your computer...and you write.
Sometimes I find that I am more creative, more innovative when I write in these unplanned hours versus the ones where I sit doggedly at my desk because this is my "writing time."
It may be the case that the found hours would not be as productive if I hadn't spent those many pre-planned hours muscling through the pages to meet my word count goal. In my heart, I see it as no different than ballet--the perfect pirouette in performance is a result of the many, many imperfect turns done before the mirror when you're tired, blue, simply punching the clock.
Putting in the work makes you appreciate those fleeting gift moments all the more.