February 10th, 2005

Spatch-side

Writing, not fighting.

859 words tonight. That was it. The only rule was that if I got stuck, I let it go and tried to move on to the next part I knew I needed to write. (It's only an outline. I know what needs to go where.) But still I clawed through every sentence, fought every clause and hacked my way through every paragraph. It felt more like a battle than an attempt to actually write.

Still, it's better than just staring at Word and daring something to happen.

Hi.