Sometimes writing is easy. Rainbow Rowell once described it like running down a hill. Getting faster and faster until your fingers can no longer keep up with the words you’re trying to type of the page. Writing sometimes feels like that for me. As though the deeper into my work I go, the less control I have over what ends up on the page, the words spill out of me and I cannot quite keep up with them.
Of course, sometimes writing is like wading through mud and I can sit staring at a blank white page on my laptop screen until my eyes go dry.
Well, that’s kind of where I’m at now.
I am so, so, so very close to finishing the second draft of my YA novel. I only have half a chapter left and yet the words will. not. come.
I’m going mad. There’s only so many times you can retype out the word “the” before deleting it again.
And so I have come to the interweb to vent my frustrations and wait for the muses to come and hit me in the face with some inspiration…or perhaps with a bat.
Anywho, I think I have stretched my abilities of procrastination far enough. Alas, I shall leave you now.