Well, it finally happened. I’m hitting a wall. My word count has dropped and I’m struggling to get anything down on the page. But, you know what? I’m delighted. I thought my first two weeks were going a bit *too* well. And while I struggle now, I still get writing done, I still discover things about my characters, and details of my evolving plot. I understand the theory of new project excitement, leading to boredom, leading to starting a new project (I am a crafter, as well, and have many “UFOs”). I get bogged down in wanting to do research rightnow, but I resist.
My writing book companion this week has been The Architecture of the Novel, by Jane Vandenburgh. Her very first chapters spoke to exactly what I am accomplishing: getting to know my story by writing. it. I very nervously went on to her chapter on plot, but it continues to speak to the Seat Of Pants In Seat Of Chair logic I believe in.
One research path I followed this week (after my writing session) was Ruin Porn. This post has one thing to say, and while I may not agree with everything in it (History is a Bitch, in my opinion, and there’s not much you can do to stop the march of time. Rail at the government, rail at corporate policy, but get a new model of success for urban areas. One that doesn’t involve R.P.’s polar but equal opposite, Hope Porn), it does give me new things to think about and new blogs to explore on the subject of urban renewal for my beloved hometown.
After I finish writing for the day.