My writerly brain is being moody. After a productive day yesterday it has decided that no, we will not be working on the novel today thank you very much. I tried arguing with it. I tried tricking it with music and cool scenes set in a long-lost buried city. Nope, no go. Apparently it wants to revise and submit short stories instead.
So that’s what we’ve done. I’d rather be forging ahead on the novel, actually, but sometimes you can’t argue with a stubborn writerly brain. And at least I don’t feel like I have been unproductive.
Just as long as we get back on track tomorrow *wags finger* Why does this feel as pointless as trying to discipline a cat?
May 19th, 2009 at 8:57 pm
i reckon so long as you’re writing, that’s what counts! well done on keepig on working, even if it wasn’t your novel.