Slogging On

I did that which I am never, ever, supposed to do--at least in this stage of the game: re-read what's been written and give in to the temptation to edit. Just a weeeee bit. Fortunately, I think it didn't do much harm. Felt a bit like a loosening of a clog, to be honest.

Second issue of the writing day: style. Was flogging myself today already, even before re-reading, that I am falling into the trap of telling/narrating too much and not showing. And dialogue. There are two words spoken so far, that's it! Nearly 2000 words in, which sounds ominous to me. Happily, I just started listening to the audio version of Patrick Rothfuss' Name of the Wind and after a single chapter (with a full minute of Mr. Internal Writing Critic blathering on before I finally managed to shut him off and enjoy what I was hearing), I cheerfully said to Hades with my style worries. Either it's who I am and it works--and I won't know that til the end--or the whole thing needs to be re-written anyway and I need the whole thing completed to do a good job of that anyway. Which is what the rewrite is for. So, congratulate me, another stupid worry down the proverbial drain.

Oh, and did I mention I'm up to 2442 words?! Just checked. Pleasant surprise. Though I haven't even gotten to some of the really juicy parts yet. Arrgh, setup is a pain. But it's important and I'm starting to learn the important bits as I write.

I love that I am writing this story and learning it while I write. It's like knitting and creating yarn while you knit, without any control or thought about it, the color, the feel... Hard to describe, but humbling and exhilerating, both.

I'd love to stick around and chat, but I want to see where this scene is going. A new character just popped out of the woodwork and I gotta see what she's going to do. She's making me a little nervous...