*blows out breath*
Alrighty then.
I love writing. Love it. There's is nothing else that touches me like the words.
So what's my problem?
I've dicked around for hours today because at the end of my list is writing. But not any writing. No. It's my TFH novel.
And it hurts me.
Let me explain.
I am an empathetic person to the point I can't watch reality shows because they embarrass and raise my blood pressure.
I stopped watching "Deal or No Deal" because I was living and dying by those sorry ass little fucking suitcases.
The Honey thought I was sleeping during "Tammy" with Melissa McCarthy. I wasn't sleeping. I was averting my eyes from the screen because I was embarrassed for her in a couple of scenes. Ok. Let's be honest, most scenes. geez
I banged out several thousand words last time I worked on it. Now I need to go back and flesh some scenes out. But they hurt. It's not pretty. It's not a romance.
I can literally only take so much of the ugly before I have to take a step or four back. I can only take so much intensity before it wraps itself around and chokes me.
This story needs to be written. I need to write it.
It's important.
On a semi-related note: Killing your darlings. Stephen King advocates offing characters. I've only purposely killed one character, and I felt bad. But I knew he wasn't going to make it from the get-go. A lot of readers become attached to characters. That's the mark of a good writer and book. Not only have you breathed life into a character, but they've also found a home with others. That's powerful writing.
Now I'm wrestling with characters and trying to soothe myself through the process. It's exhausting.
One of my favorite sayings: If it was easy, everyone would do it.
Guess I need to get a set.
*******
Alrighty then.
I love writing. Love it. There's is nothing else that touches me like the words.
So what's my problem?
I've dicked around for hours today because at the end of my list is writing. But not any writing. No. It's my TFH novel.
And it hurts me.
Let me explain.
I am an empathetic person to the point I can't watch reality shows because they embarrass and raise my blood pressure.
I stopped watching "Deal or No Deal" because I was living and dying by those sorry ass little fucking suitcases.
The Honey thought I was sleeping during "Tammy" with Melissa McCarthy. I wasn't sleeping. I was averting my eyes from the screen because I was embarrassed for her in a couple of scenes. Ok. Let's be honest, most scenes. geez
I banged out several thousand words last time I worked on it. Now I need to go back and flesh some scenes out. But they hurt. It's not pretty. It's not a romance.
I can literally only take so much of the ugly before I have to take a step or four back. I can only take so much intensity before it wraps itself around and chokes me.
This story needs to be written. I need to write it.
It's important.
On a semi-related note: Killing your darlings. Stephen King advocates offing characters. I've only purposely killed one character, and I felt bad. But I knew he wasn't going to make it from the get-go. A lot of readers become attached to characters. That's the mark of a good writer and book. Not only have you breathed life into a character, but they've also found a home with others. That's powerful writing.
Now I'm wrestling with characters and trying to soothe myself through the process. It's exhausting.
One of my favorite sayings: If it was easy, everyone would do it.
Guess I need to get a set.
*******
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