I always thought that writing would get easier the more I did it. I was wrong. In the beginning, you’re full of newbie glow and bubble and every word you write is golden. G.O.L.D.E.N.
Writing is hard. I didn’t say I didn’t like it, just that it’s not easy. I used to could sit down and write without regard to WHAT I was writing. I just wrote and went back and fixed it later. Now I spend more time crafting each nuance of the scene, the paragraph, making sure each piece of dialogue is written to show the right inflection. It’s slowed me down a lot, but the trade off is I spend a lot less time editing the finished product. I’m not sure which is better, because each method has its own set of frustrations.
I also didn’t used to have “let down” when I finished a project. I’d literally finish one book one day and dive into the new one the next. These days when I finish a big project I usually spend one to two weeks in a post production funk. I think it’s because I expend a lot more mental energy in the writing process than I used to.
This week is week two of “the slump.” I started writing again today. Not what I NEED to be writing, but it’s writing nonetheless. I’m hoping by the end of the week I’ll be ready to begin “Undenied.”