Max woke me this morning staaaaahrving and demanding breakfast. (For reference, it was 7:20. I normally feed him at 7:00. Clearly, he was suffering.) I staggered upright and upstairs and discovered, lo and behold, he'd actually already been fed a hearty meal. 'S just that he thought it wasn't quite enough, and maybe I could rectify that. I didn't, but as a peace offering I let him eat the dregs of my breakfast (VitaBrits). He then finished off the other cat's breakfast. (She had started it earlier but, what with him making noises like slapping wet fish on soggy sponges somewhere below her [he's a noisy eater], she couldn't possibly keep on.) So, three breakfasts. I spent the morning nursing one very dense kitten. Whose head was daubed with VitaBrit mush.
And today there was progress on the writing. Real progress, even though the wordcount was not phenomenal. Because, as Greg points out, the count isn't everything. Thinking counts1. Today, to break the rut I've been in on the stuckened stories, I went back to one of my Clarion stories. My week six story, to be precise, the one about the shedding. It's been sitting on my hard-drive, comments entered in, and a third of it revised, since January. (Well, since February last year, technically; although I don't know when I got all the comments entered. That stuff takes forever.) Because it needed one or two new scenes, and I could come up with snippets of them but I couldn't get any further. Today I figured out how to shoehorn one of the new scenes in to the current arc, and so I am happy 8)
Things rise and fall for no reason. And what a great opportunity that is! You can start writing again at any minute.
Natalie Goldberg, Writing Down the Bones
- All of my Clarion teachers would like me to add the qualifier as long as it leads to writing. Natch. [↩]