My reading has been thwwwwppppting out recently. It's like all the air is releasing itself from my writerly sails and im just coasting through life. I sit down to write and BAM! nothing -- whereas before, I'd sit down and it would feel like I couldn't write fast enough. Damn this mid-story lag! I know this is something that will haunt me throughout my career -- making people do things for logical reasons. I want them to run around, explore, go through trials and tribulations that build to this exciting climax... but it has to make logical sense, and these equations are what is killing me at the moment.
I wrote a page yesterday. After I wrote it, I looked back at what I wrote and realized I sounded angry at the reader. It sounded liek "THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS, OKAY? GET OVER IT BECAUSE IM NOT CHANGING IT." Today I'm going to go back and change it. I can be such a bitch.
What's with the title, you ask? I don't know. I guess I want to be able to pat myself on the back and say "Great job Ken, you really perserveired and wrote something worth while today..." but I can't. Nothing is working right now, the train is off the tracks and I am getting nowhere. It'll be okay though. I'm still not bereft of optimism.
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