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Almost a fourth of the way to gravy-town! Kept pecking hard at the exposition scenes until I got them done.
I kinda have this rule in my head. And my rule is that if I have time to sit around thinking about how much I don't want to/can't write, I have time to write. And I tell myself that however frustrated I am, I'm gonna feel even *stupider* when I think about all the time I spent bitching when I could've been writing.
Thus, I'm making myself unlearn the idea that I have to do something to get ready for writing, or that I need to get something done before I get to writing. Because that's like trying get in shape BEFORE you go to the gym. Or, for Christians, trying to get saved *before* you go to church. The gym is for fat people. Church is for sinners.
If you're thin and perfect, you can just...go look down at all us slightly pudgy sinner folks from where ever thin perfect people go. I think it's somewhere in LA where you get upgraded with plastic parts. Hell if I know.
But never mind.
I figure writing is 10% inspiration and 90% getting the hell on with it.
- Every. Single. Time. I've logged into this journal, I've changed the layout. I've gone from pink to blue to yellow to black and white now. I'm *sticking* with this layout though. I'm done trying to change stuff. Plus, I think I might like it now. Maybe.
- Exposition is FINALLY finished. *collapses*. All fifteen freaking pages of it. I'll clean it up and post it later. I never wanna explain anything again in my life. And I saved my work every three minutes because I am not going through the Nanowri*su* disaster where I lost my first two thousand words because my computer lost power.
- Meg
