Monday, July 24, 2006

Love and Hate in Writing

I write manic-depressively. Yesterday I was flying when I wrote. I remembered (uh ... duh!) that my character needed to grow. So off I flew and finished three (partially-started) chapters that just streamed out of my fingers.

The day before that, I was a grinder (as they say in poker). One letter at a time. And the words I did write, I hated! Passionately! I had to fix everything the next day.

Added to the problem is that I hate writing a word that I'm not going to use. I've been trained to view each word as three cents in the penny bank, and every word I erase feels like wasted money and time.

No wonder Dickens such lengthy novels!

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