My wife is watching the Oscars on our main TV, across the room from where my computer is set up, and I’m having a little trouble concentrating. Even so, I still hope to clear 122,000 words tonight.
I am struggling a little with the stuff I am laying down at the moment– Kathy’s reached the farming village where she will hide out from her pursuers and share in the celebrations of a harvest festival, a central sequence that affects her atitudes toward the world of the Val. But I’m not sure I have the characters and the situation right and I had to spend some time this afternoon writing out a few notes on the political structure of the Val Empire, which was feeling a little thin. I’m telling myself that I’ll get it down first and fix it in the second draft. But at the moment what’s winding up on page is about 52.2% of what’s in my head, which is even worse a percentage than usual.
In general, I think I am a little down about the quality of my writing. There’s a lot of better writing out there and I wonder why anyone should bother with mine. My imagination, which is no great shakes at the best of times, seems to be running especially low on gas lately. Maybe it’s partly the thought that I am as old as I am and have taken so long to reach even a minimum level of competence. It seems I should have been here a long time ago.
Having said all that, I’m not likely to quit. However poor they may be, I need to get these stories out. I look back on my life and I realize that, one way or another, I have always been telling stories. I am not really going to stop now.
Well, Anne Hathaway won for Best Supporting Actress. I can get back to work.