As I wrote in my last post, even though I didn’t finish the full chapter outline- I had to start writing again. Once those fingers hit the keys, I was a bird set free from its cage.
The one good thing about forcing myself not to write for that horrid week (so I could concentrate on going through earlier drafts and decide what was working and what wasn’t)- is now I am filled with so much renewed enthusiasm.
Yup- I wrote like mad this weekend. Rewrote four chapters. About 40 pages.
But it was maddening.
Saturday: Although I was filled with delicious energy- nothing would come out right. All the wonderful images in my head refused to be released onto paper. I wrote, I tried to write, I stalked about my living room, I drank tea and more tea, I tried to write more. I forced myself to keep at it. When I finally crawled into bed, though I was proud that I hadn’t given up that day- I still felt bluesy. Totally mentally and emotionally exhausted from the effort.
Then Sunday came. Sunday has always been my favorite day of the week. Even more so, now that I live in Germany where everything is closed. There is a special aura to the day- a beauiful silence.
While I usually enjoy writing with the tv on in the background- yesterday I dwell in that stillness. I began typing in the early morn and soon I was in that magical flow state. Time didn’t exist. I wrote and wrote. The sun faded. I finished Chapter Six.
And now it’s on to Chapter Seven…