All day yesterday, I was desperate to be writing, but this morning, the enormity of the task ahead feels more daunting. It's time to scale back my point of view from the wide, holistic approach I had yesterday to a more focused, scene-specific view. Yesterday I was the architect, and today I'm the bricklayer. The architect resents having to get his hands dirty, but the bricklayer picks up a brick and gets to work. Neither could function without the other.
I'm starting to understand why big, successful mainstream authors get ghostwriters. They get to be the architect, and never have to build.
But you know, I don't want to do that kind of writing. It's too generic. I want my writing to be distinctive. So maybe instead of a bricklayer, I'm an artisan. A craftsman.
That's what I'm telling myself right now, at least. I'm gonna go tote some bricks.
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