You know, I think I’m going to wind up with a few more posts in the “stressing” category in the next little while, especially as I talk about the writing process. Simply because I’m trying to open a vein a lot more in my writing, and though I’m always going to be curious about the result, the actual process of exposing my emotions and then putting them down on paper is gonna be a nervous, butterflies-in-the-stomach experience.
(I wonder – is that the real reason they call those areas just off-stage ‘the wings”, ebcause those damned butterflies are always fluttering while you wait for your cue to go on?)
Last week I blogged about treating my projects with respect, and, of course, the Dream Novel was square at the top of the list. For a novel that I’ve wanted to write, Slamdance has been a struggle to write the last few times I’ve tried it. Each time I’ve found myself going off course, heading somewhere I – not didn’t want to go, but didn’t really care about going.
Maybe I’m expecting too much of the first draft. A lot of folks say that it’s meant to be crap, and that’s kind of cool.
But they also say that the first draft is for the author, and what I’m writing…
Again, maybe I’ve got this idea in my head about what writing ought to be like that a lot of paid authors would scoff at, but I feel as though at the very least that if I’m writing crap, then I should be having a good time doing it. I did when I wrote The Second War of the Worlds, my NaNo novel for 2010, so what stops me from having fun with Slamdance?
I’m playing with toys that I’ve been dreaming about playing with for years. What’s the difference between the one, which I won NaNo 2010 with and then went back to finish a few months later, and the other, which I crapped out on halfway through NaNo 2011 way behind target?