a compendium of musings and rants from Alison Beightol, who is old enough to know better.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
you know, I think I have griped more about this WIP than any of the others. it's not moving along. I swear it sometimes feels like I'm going backwards. it could be that I'm spoiled by how easy the last one was. Blood of New Beginnings practically wrote itself. it helped that it was a NaNo book. I cranked out 50k words in a month and finished it in December. the words just overflowed onto the screen. not this one. it comes in spurts. like rain showers. right now I'm in a drought. a couple of nights ago, I just drew a blank. a big fat, black hole style blank. as in no light was escaping from its massive gravitational pull of suckage. I'm still at that point. none of the characters are talking to me.and I've had no ideas for scenes or plot twists or dialog or even settings. I'm beginning to not like it. the WIP not the situation and that's not a good thing. I think I'm going to back away from it for a while and see what happens. I'm going to pretend like I'm dating my WIP. I'm going to ignore it and wait for it to start chasing me again.