Tuesday, February 19, 2002
This is getting monotonous, isn't it? Oh, but just wait. I'm only on Chapter 3. This novel will have at least fourteen chapters. Which is to say, I wrote 1,400+ words today, more productive than usual, but not particularly remarkable. That's one of the things about writing (and if I've already said this, skip ahead or whatever) that all would-be writers should know from Day One. It's boring as hell. No, really. Forget all that garbage about the romance of writing and the life of the mind. If you're lucky and things are going well, it's monotonous. Period.
I'm just a little black rain cloud . . .
Ah, hell. That's it for tonight. I'm about a quart low on wit and insight, my van has a leaky radiator, and I strained a calf muscle tonight. Maybe tomorrow I'll write 1,500 wds. and we can have a fucking party.
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