I hit a point in my writing over the weekend where I couldn’t remember what I’d already said, so I had to go back and reread what I’d already written. It was a good reminder to me to relax. I spend so much time picking at individual words these days. Twisting and turning sentences. Asking myself if the characters are working, if I’m being too repetitive, if my backstory is too much, if I need to include more action in patches of dialog.
And then I reread it and its funny and entertaining and if it’s sort of annoying that I’ve written 20,000 words in which nothing much has happened… well, they’re still 20,000 entertaining words. So maybe this will be a story in which nothing much ever happens. Things will not happen in an entertaining and highly readable sort of way, so maybe that’s good enough?
I’m determined to go to yoga today (it’s been a while because I have been not well and struggling), so I thought I’d write a blog post instead of writing my book, but even just writing about writing my book makes me want to go back to writing that. Nothing is happening, but it is amusing me. So enough blogging, time for a 30 minute writing sprint. Wish me luck!