stuck on book
Jul. 14th, 2006 11:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lobelia321I have become totally stuck on my book. I have used the welcome excuse of the World Cup and, during the last four days, the withdrawal and incessant LJ-refreshing and pic trawling, to neglect my book. Today, I admitted to myself that I am effing bored with the chapter I am writing; it has gone on interminably; it has tortured itself through several versions -- why is it taking FOR BLOODY EVER to finish?
So today I got really annoyed and used the energy of being annoyed and bored to drive myself on. I must finish this stupid thing by tonight. Tomorrow we go to Brighton for the weekend, and I want to finish the damn chapter in time.
I want to start on the next chapter afresh on Monday. *kicks chapter*
Jane Smiley says: Just keep accumulating words. But god, that can be a dry, unsatisfying business. My brain has shrivelled. There are no new ideas in there at the moment.
Today, I'd rather be doing anything besides finishing that wretched chapter. Type up fic, drool over pics, write comments, read Nancy Mitford (who is a tad frivolous but moreish, like liquorice, and leaves the same too-gooye taste -- reminds me of Dodie whatsername, Capture the Castle-woman --Dodie Smith), scrub the bloody oven -- anything!
Ah well. I do have to go shopping and buy t'12 some trainers. And pack for tomorrow.
*falls off swivel chair in boredom with own prose*
So today I got really annoyed and used the energy of being annoyed and bored to drive myself on. I must finish this stupid thing by tonight. Tomorrow we go to Brighton for the weekend, and I want to finish the damn chapter in time.
I want to start on the next chapter afresh on Monday. *kicks chapter*
Jane Smiley says: Just keep accumulating words. But god, that can be a dry, unsatisfying business. My brain has shrivelled. There are no new ideas in there at the moment.
Today, I'd rather be doing anything besides finishing that wretched chapter. Type up fic, drool over pics, write comments, read Nancy Mitford (who is a tad frivolous but moreish, like liquorice, and leaves the same too-gooye taste -- reminds me of Dodie whatsername, Capture the Castle-woman --Dodie Smith), scrub the bloody oven -- anything!
Ah well. I do have to go shopping and buy t'12 some trainers. And pack for tomorrow.
*falls off swivel chair in boredom with own prose*