I failed yesterday. I wrote here and I wrote in my physical journal, but I didn't work on my novel. Any of them. There's three now. Is that too much? I mean, I know why I halted on The Time Capsule. I just hit a wall and the character I needed to figure out wouldn't talk to me. I need to know what he would have put in the TC, but I can't get a handle on him. It's infuriating and someday I WILL finish it (I mean, it's halfway done, shouldn't I finish it?). Archer's Key, on the other hand, I would love to write, but it has so many plot holes I need to work out before I can finish it.
This new novel? Man, I dunno. It's pulpy, it's fun, it's candy pop that the teenagers will love to read. I want to finish it, but is it for the right reasons? Am I writing it because it's fun, or because I'm fairly certain a publisher would take it? And is that so wrong, to write what's popular and potentially gain financial security?
Shit, I don't know. I'll just keep writing since one person wants to read it. If I finish it and it comes out good, then awesome. Great. I'll submit it. If I don't... well, I don't want to think about that. I want to finish it. I want to get it out there. I have one finished novel, sure, but it's garbage. So many problems with it in just the first five or six chapters that it just sits on a shelf. Someday, maybe, I'll touch it up, but I doubt it.
Now see, here's what I was talking about yesterday. I'm done saying what I had to say, but did I finish the page? Nope. Now do I just talk gibberish, or do I find something else? Do I wander off the path of what I've been saying with this whole... thing. Journal, diary, writing exercise. Whatever it is. I don't know what to say next, but I don't want to say something useless just so I can have said something. Ugh. This is a pain.
Next I'll have to try to write in my journal, but that's more... personal shit. You know, it's safer. This, anyone could feasibly see and that's fine. I'm keeping it focused on my writing. The paper journal is for private shit. The shit of my life. The stuff I have to work through on my own and want to keep private.
I think I'm finally at the end of my page. Creative writing goes so much quicker than this.
This new novel? Man, I dunno. It's pulpy, it's fun, it's candy pop that the teenagers will love to read. I want to finish it, but is it for the right reasons? Am I writing it because it's fun, or because I'm fairly certain a publisher would take it? And is that so wrong, to write what's popular and potentially gain financial security?
Shit, I don't know. I'll just keep writing since one person wants to read it. If I finish it and it comes out good, then awesome. Great. I'll submit it. If I don't... well, I don't want to think about that. I want to finish it. I want to get it out there. I have one finished novel, sure, but it's garbage. So many problems with it in just the first five or six chapters that it just sits on a shelf. Someday, maybe, I'll touch it up, but I doubt it.
Now see, here's what I was talking about yesterday. I'm done saying what I had to say, but did I finish the page? Nope. Now do I just talk gibberish, or do I find something else? Do I wander off the path of what I've been saying with this whole... thing. Journal, diary, writing exercise. Whatever it is. I don't know what to say next, but I don't want to say something useless just so I can have said something. Ugh. This is a pain.
Next I'll have to try to write in my journal, but that's more... personal shit. You know, it's safer. This, anyone could feasibly see and that's fine. I'm keeping it focused on my writing. The paper journal is for private shit. The shit of my life. The stuff I have to work through on my own and want to keep private.
I think I'm finally at the end of my page. Creative writing goes so much quicker than this.
