1500 words on Seven for a Secret today. I pause now to consider the Ebil Antagonist, and ways to make him more interesting than merely Ebil.
I'm still having a hard time believing that I'm able to just sit down on work on things again, without every word being a painful uphill battle. I suspect I could still use some time off to recover from the Great Neurochemical Upheaval of 2008, and I'm still kind of feeling uninspired and like there's a lot of toil involved in getting the words out and not a lot of joy and inspiration, but right now that's okay and I'll take it. This is normal writing-related hard work, and I'm just fine with that. I mean, it's not the most fun I've ever had, and I'm not in love wth every glowing semicolon as I lay it perfect on the page. But it doesn't always have to be on fire.
And the fact of the matter is, when you go back and revise it, you can't tell. You can't tell (with rare exceptions) which pages came on a rush of inspiration, which you put together with consideration and craftsmanship, which ones you fought every slogging inch of the way.
Right now, I am content just to not be pushing through crisis after crisis, while writing things that I am more or less happy with.
It'll do for now. It'll do.
And because I am reading books about cities and faeries, it seems....
Book Report #98: Delia Sherman, The Magic Mirror of the Mermaid Queen (draft)
Oh, you are so jealous of me.
Book Report #99: Marie Brennan, Midnight Never Come
Because 2008 is the year of the
These are not kinder, gentler faeries. Really they're not.