It’s been a while since I had a daily word-count to record. I could get used to it.
As the week has gone on, I have grown more and more inspired to write. It’s … familiar. It’s similar to how I used to feel about writing when I was a teenager, and a young teenager too, before the angst and hormones properly started to kick in. Gotta say, I don’t hate it.
It’s also reminiscent of my adolescent writing because I’m writing a couple of things at once, rather than forcing myself to focus on just one project. I’m interested in both of them, and I’m unsure about what I want to do with both of them, if they’re just temporary fancies or something I could actually see myself committing to. Normally this would be infuriating for me, because I’m so used to just thinking about projects like that instead of actually writing them. But I am actually writing them. I’m doing the thing I keep telling myself – and probably all of you, at one point or another – is best practice: to solve writing problems with writing, and if you’re unsure about a project, to write it and find out how it makes you feel. I haven’t done that for a very, very long time, and it’s a little embarrassing in an intellectual sense to think of just how long it’s been since I wrote because I had something that I wanted to write, how long it’s been since that was enough of a reason for me to do it.
In practice, though …
It just feels so good to be writing again, guys. I don’t really know what else to say. It’s awesome.
One of them is a new-ish idea, and I’m trying to keep it fairly new instead of using it as a new home for some abandoned ideas that I’m very fond of. I think I’m going to be able to do it. I’ve been trying to focus very hard on making sure that my stories all feel coherent, like every part of them feels like it belongs in that story and not just like a random cool thing that I threw in there because I had an idea and wanted to include it somewhere.
The only issue I have is that it’s such a new idea that most of what I’ve written so far is just exposition, setting up the world and the premise and the backstory – all telling, so far, and not a lot to show, because I honestly don’t know enough about this story yet to be comfortable with it. But I’m actually taking this as a good sign, not because it’s how I want this story to read when it’s finished, but because I’m allowing myself to write this badly just to get it written, prioritising writing itself over how good that writing is. I mean after I’m comfortable with all of this stuff, the info-dumping won’t be necessary anymore, because I’ll actually know what the hell I’m talking about.
So yeah, writing is actually happening. It feels good.