If I were writing a story, an excellent Thursday would be followed by a Friday of challenges. Weird how life imitates art.
The morning was good, but not great. I took time from writing to go to the coffee with the principal event at my daughter’s school. That was nice, but not productive. And on the way home from that, some other drama began to unfold. It was the kind that trumps everything else, and it took a big chunk out of the productive hours of the day. By the time everything was settled down and I got to serious writing, it was late and I was tired.
This is exactly why rising and getting things done early is so important.
Vampires Versus Comicon
Yesterday I noted that it felt like the story was breaking free. Today, it felt like the story was repetitive, trite, and boring. There is a well-noted phenomenon of feeling this way at the one-third point in books, so maybe this is that. On the other hand, maybe it really is repetitive, trite, and boring. However, even if it is, I can’t stop now. I have plans and deadlines, and except for minor changes, this story is what it is. Forward to done is my only option, and quickly. But I really hope this isn’t stupid.
All in all, not a great day.
Must go faster.