|Again with the hills!|
The past several days, I have stuggled to eke out a page, a paragraph...hell, even a decent sentence...worthy of the story that I have in my head. To compensate for the lack of output, I have sketched out maps, staged future scenes, and made notes of impending action.
Then FINALLY, last night, the words came...they poured onto the page. I felt giddy and relieved and eager to keep working. But I heeded the advice of Hemingway: “The best way is always to stop when you are going good and when you know what will happen next. If you do that every day when you’re rewriting a novel you will never be stuck.” I stopped. I scrawled the date to indicate what I had accomplished for the day, and I went to bed.
Today I hope to write over my lunch hour, and also to write tonight...when the children are asleep and the house is quiet. I will make a cup of tea, perhaps light a candle, and I will take out my newly sharpened pencils and tuck my feet under me as I settle down to see what happens. Perhaps the Muse will come, or perhaps I will pick up my rock again. Either way, I will continue.
July looms on the horizon...closer than I can dare imagine in this harsh light of winter, but there all the same; it waits for me.