The beauty of missing a self-imposed deadline is I don't feel guilty when I miss it.
All right. I don't feel AS guilty.
Did some good work today regrouping from the Act One disaster. Some good thoughts are down on paper and I wrote a few chapters that I'm MUCH happier about. About 6,000 words worth. And 6k of good is much better then 32k of bad.
I can't really explain how I know something works for me, verses when it doesn't. I just KNOW. Of course what I think is good may not be when someone else reads it.
But when a piece of writing makes me happy, I go with it. I mean that was the purpose of starting this journey. Telling stories that I enjoy telling. Otherwise, what's the point?
I've been lurking on other writer's blogs. Both well known, not-so-well known and wannabes like myself. It's been enlightening...reading about structure or what specific writers do to get through "the block."
But they all have one thing in common. They are happy writing. They get true satisfaction from the craft.
Even if I never publish, I know exactly how they feel.
And I'm OK with that.
Anyone want Chapter Three of Book One tomorrow? If so, post your comments. Maybe I can get some of the lurkers out there to show themselves. After-all, the blog is about posting the journey. And I get satisfaction from sharing as well! :-)
'Nite all.
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