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Dec. 31st, 2007 10:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nonionayLying around on New Year's alone, bashing my brains out on my novel. I'll get lost brainstorming (in this case, figuring out a motivation for the villains to act against the city the story's actually set in, as opposed to the neighboring one like last time) and when I finally come up for air, I'm like, "why the hell was I doing that again?"
It doesn't feel like I'm accomplishing anything. I'm doing something, but is it useful? I have to keep going to find out. The two-part heart of my story is proving to be untouchable. I hoped to take two sequential subplots and make them simultaneous, but that ain't happening. Cause and effect has them lined up perfectly. That's great, but doesn't change the fact that the beating heart of the story has only a flimsy body holding it in.
Ugh, back to work. Fortunately, I love this kind of suffering.
It doesn't feel like I'm accomplishing anything. I'm doing something, but is it useful? I have to keep going to find out. The two-part heart of my story is proving to be untouchable. I hoped to take two sequential subplots and make them simultaneous, but that ain't happening. Cause and effect has them lined up perfectly. That's great, but doesn't change the fact that the beating heart of the story has only a flimsy body holding it in.
Ugh, back to work. Fortunately, I love this kind of suffering.
