A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Thousand-Five-Hundred-And-Ninety-Three

I keep writing on this new novel but I am just making so little progress with it right now.  It is just going very slow and I am not even sure I have the real thread of it any longer.  Maybe I have gotten lost.  I think that the best thing for me is to just keep at it, though.  I don't want to quit or give up on it.  The core idea remains a good one and I am still interested in it, I just feel like I've got to get myself into the right groove with it.  It has been very slow, but I have been writing on it every day and I am sure that if I keep at it, at some point, there will be a shift and I will find my way again.  I can't imagine that I could keep writing and working on it with this kind of diligence and not wind up with something eventually.  I just have to keep going, I think, even when I am uncertain about what I am doing.  I trust that process.  I believe that it is inevitable that if I continue it will lead somewhere, even if I am not certain of things now.  In some ways, I think that uncertainty might be a good thing.  Creating requires entering unknown spaces and taking a journey through them.  It is sometimes important to leave room for not knowing and other uncertainties.

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