Not like I could ever *stop* writing...
Nov. 13th, 2004 12:46 amActually, know what? I hate writing. It's so fucking hard. The stupid characters just sit there in a diner staring at each other over the table and I don't know what the hell they need to say to each other. And then finally one of them walks out just as the other one gets up the courage to follow him and kiss him, and then they go back to one's apartment and have sex, and does it even make SENSE?
Four and a half hours of writing tonight (Friday night - wheeee!), just barely over 1000 words, and my brain felt like cotton balls the whole time. I couldn't see what they should be doing; I couldn't hear what they should be saying. I fear I've pushed them into a situation that doesn't even make sense for them, but I can't back off now! Can't they just trust me and play along, and it'll all work out?
Four and a half hours of writing tonight (Friday night - wheeee!), just barely over 1000 words, and my brain felt like cotton balls the whole time. I couldn't see what they should be doing; I couldn't hear what they should be saying. I fear I've pushed them into a situation that doesn't even make sense for them, but I can't back off now! Can't they just trust me and play along, and it'll all work out?