So this morning, I was staring at the computer and thinking, Hey it’s time to write.
But I didn’t want to, not yet, and I told myself I was doing pretty good to even be thinking about it on time. So I went back to staring at the computer.
And then I thought, You know you could be staring at your story.
So I stared at the story.
And I didn’t want to work on it, but I started my timer.
Then I poked at the story a little bit.
And the passage I wanted to fix was still rocky.
So I poked at it.
And the passage flowed better.
So I kept moving, and started thinking about whether my heroine would really be that rash and yes she is, so I managed not to make a major change after all, and then I looked for the next fix to do and took care of that and then the bell rang and time was up.
And I thought, There now, that wasn’t so bad.
Writing is like a box of chocolates: you never know what you’re going to get!!
That’s the scary thing, actually. You really don’t know what’s going to come out.