Thursday, April 28, 2011

Not for lack of trying

I can't believe how little I have been writing. And it's not like I've just been ignoring it, I'll sit down and have no idea where to begin. Writing scenes here and there and everywhere was great, but now that I have all the scenes down that were at the front of my mind, I have to do some digging to keep going.

I'm getting that all-too-familiar feeling, the one with the whining, high-pitched five-year-old voice in the back of my head, crying and stomping her feet and shouting "It's too hard" and "I don't wanna."

I've never done NaNoWriMo, but I know the second week is supposed to be the hardest. When all the easy stuff is done and things have to start making sense. I'm getting overwhelmed by all the things I know have to link together, and how it is so hard to scroll through my manuscript because it is*GASP* twenty pages long, and the omg-how-does-anyone-ever-actually-write-a-whole-book feeling is getting overwhelming. I finished The Name of the Wind—and holy cow it was amazing—so now I've lost that excuse. If the next one is as good as the first (which I'm sure it will be) that will become a problem again. I need a motto, or better yet a BIC HOK friendship bracelet. I haven't made one in a really long time, and I have a couple I keep meaning to finish. I can make this one in the colors of my manuscript and everything! I love colors...

And so, the gauntlet begins...

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