So, there I was, writing along fine. I mean, hell, I whipped out more than 4K on Sunday and I was feeling pretty proud of myself.
Until I tried to see where the next scene was going and how I was going to end this book. :crashbangcrumple:
Inside my head was an eighty car pileup on the turnpike and it looked something like this: "OMG, I can't see the end. I have no idea where I'm going. What have I done?! Rue wouldn't act like that. And who the hell is the hero of this piece? This is crap, it's always been crap and there's nothing I can do to fix this crap. I need to scrap the whole damn thing and start over."
I gave a little bit of that on my Facebook page and got several quick, worried responses. To which I replied for them not to worry because I don't actually delete anything, burn anything or scrap everything. Not that I don't feel like it from time to time. Which is why I posted it to Facebook. (Maybe I'm missing the point of Facebook, but that's a post for another day.)
Anyway, I sat down yesterday and crocheted my brains out. The TV was mumbling in the background, but I wasn't actually listening to it. I was stewing everything around in my head as my hands flew over the yarn. I didn't really get anywhere on the story, but I did come to a conclusion. Time to tackle these problems old school.
Yep, it's time to pull out the notebook and the red pen. I need to do some free writing, which is sort of like writing everything I'm thinking out in one long gush of crimson ink. It usually ends up as a combination of badgering myself and arguing with myself. Needless to say, it's a little psycho, but it generally helps me to figure out where I went wrong, whether I can fix it and how to go about doing such a thing.
It's an ugly process, but it usually works.
To that end, don't be surprised if you don't see the word counter move. Unless I have a blinding flash of insight, I'm not writing until the red pen battle is done. Here's hoping it just a weekend skirmish.
Have a wonderful weekend, everyone. What are your plans?