One of those sloggy days
I seem to be more interested in reading about writing than writing today. Lots of breaks, pulling those little sentences out, staring in dismay at how hard it is to get so few words, wondering how the heck I’m going to make this work in the rough draft phase, wondering if anybody is going to find this dreck interesting, worrying about tension and how I haven’t as precisely constructed each scene this time. There’s more of ‘I need to show X happening’, less of making sure each scene follows the rules I used in the last book (wherein things never quite go the way the scene protagonist plans). Whine, whine.
Jenna had a lot to say about how ‘unique’ my narration style was. She said it was like opening a door and walking into a room full of people, mid-scene. I’m still thinking about that.