My writing seems (sorry guys) intimately attached to my hormonal cycle. Usually it’s okay, except ... there are just some days when my rhythm is way off, when all my sentences end up with a stilted noun-verb sound.
I’m in a rhythm-off phase. Today I’m feeling desperate for my words. Where did they go? I feel so naked.
The upside to the rhythm-off phase is that story actually comes to me in droves. When writing, I’m reduced to taking notes, writing snippets of sentences that will later be reconstructed into prose.
It’s all a fine and good cycle, except when something is done and you’ve got a final chapter that is stilted and awkward. Ugh. One can’t sit around and wait for the next cycle before sending it off, LOL.
So I guess it’s down to manual reconstruction, darnit. I much prefer flow. (Er, no pun intended.)
Do you write in cycles? Does your writing have a rhythm of its own?
When I’m stressed, I haiku. So, in honor of that poetry Monday train thing:
Words, where did you go?
You’re mine, you’re me--I need you.
Words, come back to me.
On a side note, if you’re in RWA, I’m quoted in the latest issue of the Romance Writers Report. Just about the last thing I expected to read when I opened it today, LOL! Good article by Ruth Kaufman!