Mmm, the night is young.
And I have a thousand words or so to write.
I just went through a drawer of mine, and pulled out a huge chunk of loose papers. Most of them were print-outs of my novel, going through its many phases. Here’s version two…here’s the few versions of version two…here is a page of version one (I could only find one page of version one, I guess I did a pretty good job burying the past, he he!), etc.
I realized something recently. Don’t despise small beginnings. (Zech. 4:10) Don’t bash your old writings. That’s how you started out. That was your phase of being a writer. Who looks at old photographs of themselves as children, and says, “Oh, I wish that kid never existed!!!”
Is our writing any different?
Well, now I’m going to settle in for the long ride tonight. I’ve got quite a bit of writing to catch up on for my Nano novel. I’m about two and a half days behind, and I really want to finish this thing out.
Right now in the story, it looks like a dog got hit by a truck. It was mangy, but still it was a dog. Miranda feels pretty bad about it…she saw the dog, but didn’t think that it was worth stopping the logging truck. It’s not even her truck, it’s Tyrell’s, so she’s sort of on her honor. Moral dilemma. Poor girl.
Let’s see how this plays out!
Ever feel like you’re not creating things in your story, but you’re just watching a bunch of random things happening? 😀
Well, I’m going to go eat my pie now.
Later dudes. (And dudettes…)