Some days its easy, some days its like pulling teeth. The days when you sit at the computer and just start typing and the words come flowing out like a river, creating paragraphs, and stories, worlds of their own, on their own are a joy. Even when the worlds come freely you will still need to edit them but you know you have good material to work with, In the end, you've created something that's the best you can do.
But there are the days when the words won't come. The stories just aren't there. You start and very shortly you find you've run out of places to go. A dead end. The stories seem to be shiftless They have no central character, or theme or concrete story line. Theses are the stories that are hard to write, Making the dead end go somewhere, Anywhere. Sometimes its much easier to hit "delete: and start all over again, Some weeks are like that every time you sit to write and the words crash and burn on the screen. But oh when it's right, and you find the right story and everything comes together its worth it.
Such is the Writing Life
But there are the days when the words won't come. The stories just aren't there. You start and very shortly you find you've run out of places to go. A dead end. The stories seem to be shiftless They have no central character, or theme or concrete story line. Theses are the stories that are hard to write, Making the dead end go somewhere, Anywhere. Sometimes its much easier to hit "delete: and start all over again, Some weeks are like that every time you sit to write and the words crash and burn on the screen. But oh when it's right, and you find the right story and everything comes together its worth it.
Such is the Writing Life