Progress, of sorts

[pjthompson]

Another 700 words today, which I feel good about. Unfortunately, they were not for the novel that's nearing completion, Venus in Transit. Today was all about writing the opening of the next novel, tentatively called Time in a Bottle (which may not live long, it's just what I came up with on the spur of the moment). It felt really good writing those words! They flowed easily and without any stomach churning.

Which tells me many things, not all of them good for Venus. But it may mean that I'm not finally sick of writing. I'm just sick of Venus and my psyche is being especially rebellious about it.

Something of a blow to my pride, though. I always finish my novels, no matter how sick of them I become.

So, I stuck a fork in myself and discovered that I was not yet done. Still more cooking to go. Maybe, having given the next flirtatious thing its way today, I can settle back down into my disciplined approach and finish the current thing. We'll see.

As stillnotbored says, I just work here.

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[kmkibble75.livejournal.com]

Flirting with another project isn't necessarily a bad thing. It lets you recharge your energy for the main gig, you know?

[pjthompson]

Yeah, that's what I figured. I've done that before when I get close to the end of whatever I'm working on. I needed to prove to myself that I could still come up with a decentish chunk of writing at lunchtime.