I popped awake super early this morning. Fall must be getting ready to bombard us with chilly mornings because I’m an early riser, but not usually a 3:30am early riser. haha
After failing at going back to sleep I grabbed my notebook and ventured out of bed to start a new story. I need some more tales for my short story collection since I have about 40K words compiled so far. What’s another 10 or 20 right? heehee
This story is being shaped from an idea I got a couple of weeks ago and I’m sculpting it to the best of my abilities. Thing is she’s moving so slow. I’ve never had to really sit and ponder each sentence as the minutes drag on one by one. The words usually flow out of me so fast I don’t know what the hell I’m writing.
Not sure if this is a good thing or not, but I do wish to improve and I am please with the 1k words (approximate since it’s not typed up yet) I knocked out this morning. I still consider myself new to the game. I’m not a baby writer like some of the super newbies I meet sometimes, but compared to the writers I know who’ve been grueling away at this art for years, I’m barely getting started.
Slowing down and really paying super attention to detail does sound like a step in the right direction. My main weakness in my abilities is descriptive writing. I know this. I’ve been working on it. Struggling. It’s difficult. Writing isn’t supposed to be easy. If it’s easy maybe you’re not there yet.
I like this change of pace. It’s a bit nerve wracking. I hit myself and banged my head a lot this morning, but I don’t bruise easy. haha
And of course, somehow I ended up behind in my schedule. But whatever. Slowing down may be what I need right now. So I’m going with it.