Anyone who knows me understands that I'm a procrastinator. I've been one for a long, long time. And while it often frustrates me apparently not enough to make me change my stripes. Once again, it is time to write my blog and I have absolutely, positively nothing to contribute.
I'm hoping part of the reason nothing inspiring is coming to mind is because I've used up a large chunk of my creativity tonight writing on my book. Finally. After weeks of pulling teeth for one or two sentences (or nothing at all) the story has started working again. I'm not entirely certain why I haven't been able to write on this story because I love it. In fact, it's a book that I started about 1 1/2 years ago and put aside for another project. Perhaps the problem came in because I'm completely revamping it, starting over from scratch and adding several new layers to the plot and characterization. I think maybe I just needed to let the new angles stew for a bit.
So they've stewed and I'm writing. In fact, I'm 27 pages into a 60 page goal. If I buckle down and work at my normal rate I can have this rough draft (of the partial) finished in about a week. I don't know though, we've got a lot going on in the next several days. Maybe I should give myself a couple weeks. Of course, I said that about a month ago and look where that got me.
P.S. I've spent the last 45 minutes trying to load the promised picture of the cute/ugly kitten. For some reason my computer and camera have decided they don't like each other anymore. I'll attempt to post it tomorrow...