After a restless night--I dreamed of bugs, swarms of grasshoppers mostly, and actual bugs were biting me in my bed--I woke up early this morning and wrote for several hours before going to work. In fact I was an hour late to work, because I was writing.
I finished the revision I have talked about in the last few posts--and it felt good. I even enjoyed it. I made some new discoveries and added some description(!)--I really don't like reading or writing description, and this makes me feel bad, i.e., less of a writer--and I managed to fix several paragraphs in the story that have always bothered me.
Now I have no excuses, though; I have to return to my new work tonight or in the morning. Frightening!
I love the beginning of this new story I am writing--I always love the beginnings of my stories--but I'm stuck in a paragraph on page four. I have been laboring over this paragraph for many weeks. I wish I could skip over it and move on--in fact I have many pages after page four that I could be editing, adding to, etc.--but as much as I want and try to change my process, I always end up writing everything in order. More on this later. I am at the office and I want to go home.
No new writing last night. But my revision is done! (For now, anyway...)
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Madeleine, you're so crazy. this was a great post, and the night i read it i got bit in my own bed by lots of bugs. i can still feel the bugbites.
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