Thursday, October 18, 2007

Author, Author

The writing process is a matter of patience and discipline. You have to go to the desk every day. So here I am on day four of my new novel, and it's around 4:30 in the morning. Lily, my cat is helping me by sitting in front of my computer screen. She isn't slapping my legs to go outside because it's raining. And why am I sitting here writing in my journal, because it's 4:30 and I'm trying to warm my brain up. I haven't a clue as to what I'm going to write today. Is that writer's block? I doubt it, I really don't know the focus of Chapter II that well.

According to my outline, I had better build the world of Margaret Saville. You know Margaret, she's the sister who Robert Walton writes to in Frankenstein. I'm off to create another dream world.

BTW--I'm no longer angry about my flower bed. I supressed my feelings and ate enough food to get over it. And like an idot I stepped on the scales this morning. I worried about my heart this morning. Will this type of behavior give me a heart attack?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Well, at least you are blogging it, which ought to give your heart a break, but I think I would have screamed to his face. If Fred had done that, I would have told him.

Maybe he can make you a new lily bed since he's doing yard work.