So. Five scenes down, ten to go. You’d think I’d be scenting the finish line by now, but no, it’s a slog and it’s going to stay a slog for the next two weeks (fingers crossed, that’ll be it).
I think most writers will understand what I mean when I describe the actual physical revulsion I was feeling sitting in my chair this week, the physical need to leap up and walk away from the screen because the whole thing is just too hard and unpleasant and draining. This is the feeling that makes people quit.
So for my writing week, every day went something like: three hours of pecking out one line, jumping up to walk away for a while, forcing myself back into the chair to get another line down, and repeat, and repeat, and repeat, until finally my body/mind got that we weren’t going anyway till it was done, so I’d get the other 90% of the scene written in the last hour.
To bribe myself along, I gave myself the candy of doing all the ‘easy’ (ie draft or outline exists) Lily scenes, which means I’ve got the old blank page for almost every one of the last ten scenes. Not looking forward to the next two weeks.
