I don’t even know where to start with this post.
I’ve had a running commentary for things for so long I don’t know where to narrow this stuff down.
So I’ll start with the relevant things.
I’ve been trying to get past that commentary.
It starts by admitting a few things.
I have no idea what I’m doing.
Words come to me when I don’t expect it and don’t come when I need them too.
This is a regular thing and I’m wondering if this is how it’s supposed to be.
The current project came out of a single thought and idea after bartending an event.
After telling myself to write an outline, I did. I thought after writing 9 books without one, I had to use an outline since none of those books are in print.
But here’s the thing, it had nothing to do with the stories. Some of them are really good.
It has to do with putting in the work.
I didn’t want to do that.
I punked out!
I would choose anything over editing. I would rather rewrite the book than figure out what was wrong with it.
It started to be a joke.
Then, after the last book, I realized I hadn’t found my voice. I didn’t know what I wanted out my writing or anything creatively.
I wanted to be published but didn’t want to do the work it entails.
I wanted the glory, so to speak, without the work.
That’s changed this last weekend.
I realized there are things I have to fix and it’s not having an outline.
Having a premise or idea about what happens is one thing. Have a rough idea of things that will happen, okay. An outline…sucks!
I will construct and idea of what is supposed to happen but planning and plotting are out the window.
I can’t. I’ve tried for three weeks and barely reached 22k, which is slow as hell for me.
Yesterday I gave up on what I had in the outline and just wrote. It was incredible!
I’ll do that from now on.