Today I slogged along hating what I was writing. I decided this method wasn’t working. Not only didn’t I know what was going on, I wasn’t comfortable with it at all. Some days may be hard, but I have to feel comfortable. They’re two different things.
I called it a day. Answered some email. Went for the real mail. Picked up the book I’m reading and then it came to me. I hate the people I invented in this latest chapter. They’re homicide detectives. I don’t want to write about cops again. At least not as major characters.
The chapter reads so differently from the first two. This one is stilted and slow and who cares? Certainly not me and it shows. I’m killing these cops. Out they go. I can keep some of this chapter. I like the wife of the victim. I like the dead guy's enemy. I can do fine with them.
I have to think about this more and I’ll start again on Monday. Maybe the method will work afterall. I was writing about these cops for two days. Funny how blind I can be. At least it’s not a total fiasco.
I’m going on.