A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-And-Ninety-Five

I am doing pretty well with writing stories lately, as I have said numerous times of late.  It never ceases to be somewhat surprising to me that I am still able to keep at it to this degree.  Even when I have faltered in the past week or two, it has never been more than a night when I wasn't able, one way or another, to do something that felt genuine and not just like I was doing it to get done with the work.  The last few nights I've actually felt myself really going into the flow with the stories more easily.  I have talked about this a lot recently, but the feeling that I am close to some kind of shift or progress is very palpable.  Of course, it may be that I am just not seeing what has already shifted, or it could be that I will find myself having a great deal of difficulty very soon precisely because I am at the point where something is shifting in a way that requires I discover something new; of course, if that happens, it will just be the falter and struggle that comes before climbing to the next plateau. 

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