Sometimes, I wish I could write more in a day than I am able to. I mean, right now, I have TIME to write. That is the most important commodity, andI am missing it most of the school year. When school is in session, I have to snitch little snippets of time here and there to get any writing done. I sit at my desk during lunch at school, typing away. I dash off a couple of lines before I make dinner (which is always far too late in the day in this house!). Any chance I get, I squeeze in what words I can.
So, now I have time....and after half an hour, I am blown. I hit a road block.
Which is kind of a bummer.
Except that when I sit down to try again later (sometimes the next day) the road block is gone. Suddenly (or not so suddenly), I have new ideas or have managed to wiggle my way out of the difficult writing place. It is like my conscious mind keeps creating problems in my writing (not bad problems, more like conundrums........) and it takes my subconscious time to figure out what needs to happen next.
This is all pretty good, actually. It fits the fact that I write in small chunks.......EXCEPT when I have TIME like NOW. But the writing will not be rushed. Because when I try to rush it, it sounds like I am rushing it.
And I hate when I write like that.
Worse is when the perfect idea is sitting out there (Chicken Wizard and the Egg of Destiny, Extra Super Cranky Lady, I AM talking about you guys!) but when you try to start it, the prose sounds stiff, forced or (cringe) trying too hard. I wonder how long it is possible to sit in the chair and write.
Rereading this, it is just really a gratuitous whiny post....probably brought on by the whole SCBWI thing.
(I have been reading the scbwi blog and it does kind of make me feel like I am there.....except for the elbow rubbing with the stars.)