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purplerabbit) wrote2006-04-23 11:33 am
purplerabbit) wrote2006-04-23 11:33 am
Four Hours of Nothing
First, you should know I had a fantastic several days with lots of friends, fun and lovin'. Awesome week.
So I thought, now I can relax and get some writing done. I have a scene in my head. It's there, really it is. It is angsty and violent and so important to the character development. So I lit the candle, took an herbal tincture, made myself a pot of cocoa-cardomon tea, put together a playlist of music that fit the scene and kicked back in my recliner with my keyboard. And stared at the blank screen. And stared. I tried closing my eyes and working through the scene, over and over again. My hands were in place, my left pointer finger on the F key, the right on the J. I waited. And waited. Four hours and not a word.
I know the problem. The problem is that I was in too good a mood. Seriously. I had had a great week and I was very happy. The scene is not a happy one. The scene is a very very nasty one. Death, blood, violence. The character is full of anger and self-loathing. To write, I have to be where the character is. It have to allow myself to experience what he (or she) is feeling. Sigh.
Maybe I should got write a sex scene.
So I thought, now I can relax and get some writing done. I have a scene in my head. It's there, really it is. It is angsty and violent and so important to the character development. So I lit the candle, took an herbal tincture, made myself a pot of cocoa-cardomon tea, put together a playlist of music that fit the scene and kicked back in my recliner with my keyboard. And stared at the blank screen. And stared. I tried closing my eyes and working through the scene, over and over again. My hands were in place, my left pointer finger on the F key, the right on the J. I waited. And waited. Four hours and not a word.
I know the problem. The problem is that I was in too good a mood. Seriously. I had had a great week and I was very happy. The scene is not a happy one. The scene is a very very nasty one. Death, blood, violence. The character is full of anger and self-loathing. To write, I have to be where the character is. It have to allow myself to experience what he (or she) is feeling. Sigh.
Maybe I should got write a sex scene.
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