I’m still not at ease joining the blogging masses. Although, in general, I prefer to remove myself from masses of any sort. I’m inspired by a couple of friends who do it well, and I’m content to do it about half as well as they do. Over time, I will have to make clearer (to myself) what is the purpose of this blog. But not today. And probably not tomorrow. Bear with me.
Today I’m happy because I produced almost 1900 words of my novel, especially when my goal was just 500. It was a scene that I had not looked forward to writing, because it involved a new character and a whole new part of the book. But I got through it, and it’s not bad. It’s not lyrical or lovely, but it’s serviceable. For now, aside from simple edits, I am going to resist the urge to revise. Instead, I will just go forward to the next scene, and maybe even the next. A writer lives to revise, but I tell myself that part will come, too, soon enough.
It’s a three day weekend, so who knows if I can carve out more time over the weekend to write. Virginia Woolf left out one thing when she said “A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write.” If she were alive today (and had children) she might include noise-blocking headphones on that list.