Day two hundred sixty-six of my 365 Day Writing Project.
So far, writing the new book has been a delicious experience. I can’t get enough. When that is the case, writing every day comes as naturally as brushing my teeth. But oh, so much better. I am letting my creativity flow without limitation, without hesitation. It’s so freeing and lovely, it makes me smile to think about it. I’m getting close to finishing the first chapter and I’m as happy as a bee in clover.
It’s a new adventure, for sure. And it is quite different from the other book about which I have blogged. This is a story of human experience. It isn’t a thriller and it isn’t related to the law. It is about the female. She. Her. Woman. Girl. And where she fits into the world. And what the world does to her. The biggest difference from a writer’s perspective is that I am writing this story in the first person. It’s more creatively and emotionally driven than I expected. I like it.
It is good to be in a more positive, creative mode again. I aim to keep it going as long as I can. I am a happier person when I can write freely. That is my sole purpose in writing this book. Nothing else; I just want to write it.
Day two hundred sixty of my 365 Day Writing Project.
A few days ago, I started writing a new book. For those of you jumping in now without knowing what I have been up to lately, let me bring you up to speed: I decided last week to set aside the first draft of my first book for a while. The revision stage wasn’t working well for me and finishing a second draft was becoming increasingly difficult. I think I’ll revisit the book some day, but I currently have no plans for it.
In the meantime, I am thrilled to be back to straight-shooting, unadulterated writing. I love the feel of extracting crazy and beautiful and awkward thoughts from my mind, one word at a time. Reality disappears except for the sensation of my fingers hitting the keys as the words flow out of me. I always feel that. The sound of each strike is comforting background noise. Tappity tap tap ta-tap. It speaks to remind me of why I am writing, sometimes with surprising enthusiasm. I always hear that. Creative process envelops me, like an old friend wondering where I have been but picking up where we left off. I always welcome that. Emotional upheaval ensues, commingling my hopes and fears between the storm and the calm, then sending them out into the Universe to be swept up by the wind and carried away. I always need that.
Day two hundred fifty-five of my 365 Day Writing Project.
Two decisions are better than one. I continue to struggle through the process of revising the first draft of my book. I just can’t seem to make solid progress, for whatever reason. So the malaise and general dissatisfaction with my writing continues. What once was, is no longer. The fulfillment isn’t there, the release of emotion isn’t there, and by all means the fun sure isn’t there. I was writing for myself, but that is not what I have been doing lately.
So, I decided to decide. Yes, that’s two decisions. Number one: If I want things to change, I must change them. I decided to make a change. Number two: I decided what that change must be, naturally.
It is this: Either I buck up and hammer through the first draft revision out of some self-imposed sense of obligation to finish what I started, or I put it aside indefinitely and write something else. I choose the latter. And I’m positively thrilled about it.