Writers Write?

I hear it over and over--Writers Write.  You're not a writer if you don't spend time stringing words together to communicate some pithy thought that's in your head.  Well, what if my head is empty?  No more pithy thoughts.  Gone, gone gone.

Just kidding.  I have a lot of pithy thoughts, they just don't want to fit together into a story that can take me past chapter 13.  Seriously.  I don't know what it is about that ominous half-way mark, but I have gotten there twice now with the characters who have been living in my head for more than a year, and I've started my third new draft--new genre, revised villains, same main characters with new twists.  Does it count as writing if it ultimately ends up in the recycle bin? It better count!

:-P

Comments

Murph said…
Don't you hate it when the story gods don't behave? Do what Stephen King did in "The Stand." He put a bomb in the closet which killed half his characters, then he made up new ones. ;)
Sorry to hear that you're having such problems, you'll get through it, because you're amazing.
It was good to see you again the other night. Take care.
May 15, 2012 at 7:25 AM
Amy Maida Wadsworth said…
You're pretty amazing yourself! I'm sure we'll see each other once or twice over the summer. :) Thanks for the encouragement!
May 15, 2012 at 4:32 PM
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