I should type this up for NAF, but I'm just too lazy.
I've railed for a while (two years?) about how hard writing is, how I don't know where the plot is going, how I have too many choices, blah, blah. "It's not like Star of Justice!" I whine. "Even with Elementals, I had a final scene." Boo hoo.
I want my writing process to be all clinical and rational and easily contained in my current schedule. I don't want to get obsessive, like with Star of Justice, or painful, like Elementals. I just want to sit down and write a nice, complicated, thought-provoking, rollicking ride of hilarity and bittersweet depth in an hour a day without any hitches or interruption of regularly scheduled programming.
That isn't too much to ask.
Except I don't think that's how it works for me. I think all my books
will be therapy books. They will emerge from chaos, frustration
and inconvenience. Creation is hard. Ask a mom in labor, if you can get that close without bodily harm.
It's like trying to garden without breaking a sweat. Rarely happens. Most times I come in looking like Sasquatch.
So I'm not going to fight it anymore. I will embrace the self-loathing, the false starts, the wrong turns and rewrites. I will stomp around and snarl at the cats. I will even stay up past 9 (gasp!) if the words start flowing at 8:30. Yeah, I might be snappy at work, but I'm back in the corner, so who cares?
Have I resolved this before? I don't think so. This feels like a moment of clarity. Which is good, 'cause it may be the last I have for a while.
Happy Thursday, dear readers. May your day be as easy as you make it.