i had to take a break from writing within myself. i gave myself a new project and then pulled myself out of it, once i had conquered it. there's something oddly refreshing seeing your words in places you don't recognize and having no responsibility for what they do or do not accomplish. sometimes there's no space left within our own minds and so we have to occupy someone else's . and please believe the rent is high in a headspace other than your own.
for instance, i've been looking at this book for seven hours consecutively and i woke up and opened it right back up. trying to be six characters at once is draining. i'm about to hit 2,000 words and i know i still have at least 4,000 more before the story hits the climax. i'm ranting now but i just would like to emphasize one point: "Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." -E.L. Doctorow
back to work.
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