Well the truly excellent news–after a great deal of self-analysis, wallowing, and discussion with Pot, I am out of my funk. Thank God. I hate being in a funk.
The consensus? I am having growing pains as a writer. What I used to do is no longer acceptable to me, and I’m becoming far more critical of what I do. Raising the bar so to speak. And I don’t quite know how to do what I’m raising the bar to. There is a bit of a disconnect between what I want to say and what I do say when it comes to the emotionality of my characters. I won’t bore you with the details, but suffice it to say that we decided I’m just not quite there yet in terms of being able to tell A&W the way it needs to be told. So it goes back on the backburner again.
What I did do today was pull out Til Death, yet again and reread it. Miracle of miracles, I actually really liked 99% of it. I made a few small corrections as I went through, discovered that one of the scenes I’d red-lined was not, in fact, necessary to the plot. Which left finishing out the scene I’d left off in. That gave me 230 words for the day, not counting corrections. With a full read-through, that’s not bad.
So it’s looking like, for now, I’m going back to TD. I’m more comfortable with my voice and with what I’m doing. I need to do some plotting, but that’s not the worst thing in the world. I actually have a love scene coming up, which may be fun (remind me I said that when I start griping about how hard it is to write). Anyway, I’m glad to be excited about something again.
In other news, Pot is, at last, doing a read through of West of the Moon, which was the WIP she worked on all last year while I was doing HOC. And she’s liking most of what she’s seeing, which is great. It’s great to see HER excited about something again too. You never know…she might even start blogging again!
Off to bed.