Oh for goodness sake!
Time set aside to write? Check.
NaNo Camp in place? Check.
Laptop plugged in? Check.
Writing progress? Now don’t ask, just don’t …
I’m in a frustrating place right now. There is nothing to stop me getting on and writing this blooming book, nothing at all. So why is it proving to be so hard?
I’ve written the opening scene and I hate it. It’s not well written, it’s stilted, it’s just so awful. I know that the process of getting on and writing is the important thing but the words are being so difficult. Everything I wrote seems to be forced, unnatural and not really ‘me’. I know that all this can be fixed in the editing but the way I feel at the moment it will all be edited away and I’ll be left with a flashing cursor and a blank page!
Nobody told me it would be this tough. Having overcome my reticence and announced to the world that I’m a writer I now find I’m struggling to write! How ironic. I guess this is a regular feature of writing but it’s frustrating the heck out of me!
I lay in bed last night wondering what I could do about it and I’ve decided that I’m going to change the format of the book. It’s not working as it is so it needs to change. Thankfully I’m not too far into the darn thing but it is annoying that I hadn’t thought out the format before I started. That’s a lesson learned for next time – Oh God, does there have to be a next time?!?
So consider me frustrated, annoyed and wiser. Nothing about this writing a book lark is turning out to be how I imagined it. Guess that means I’m a proper writer, eh?