Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Working it outSome days, it's easy. The words flow, and there's not enough time in all the world to get it all down.
Some days it's harder. Has an hour passed,yet? With what, only three pages done?
Today was a good day. I didn't have as much time as I sometimes do, but that was fine, because the time I had, I used well.
Which got me thinking about the business of writing. Of pulling the words from my head and getting them on the page, and how hard it is, sometimes, physically. Like I'm literally reaching in there and yanking them out, one by one, and wrestling them onto the page and pinning them there with the force of my will.
To anyone who doesn't understand, it looks like all we do is sit and stare and move our fingers. It's more than that. I'm more exhausted after a difficult scene than I'd be running around the block.
Also, to people who don't understand, yes, it might LOOK like I am staring off into space, but really, I am working. Yes, working. So talking to me, no matter how engaging and witty your conversation, is likely to be a failure, since I am not, currently, HERE. I'm someplace else.
Just some random thoughts for today. :)
M
