The Gush

I do the bulk of my writing in the morning, with the occasional bout at lunch if work permits. I did both of these today. So why am I also working now, in the evening?

I'd say it's the post-slog gush. (And let's face it, that's just fun to say.) When the hose is kinked and you let it go, it bursts out with more than the usual flow. And it wasn't but a few days ago that I was all slogged up. Now, I'm finally getting to a cool scene that I've really wanted to write, so I'm pushing through to get there.

Who knows? I may even write some tomorrow. On a Saturday.

The Slog

Some scenes just won't die. It's not that they're bad scenes, but for whatever reason, they're just hard to write. Every word is an effort, and it feels like they'll never, ever, ever end.

They do end, but on one condition--you have to keep writing them. The temptation to stop, to get away from the feeling of inadequacy, can be very strong. But it's better on the other side of the scene.

Now, I've got to stop using this blog post to put off writing the end of my own tar pit of a scene.