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Difficult writing day.
I finally fled the house this morning and went to St. Louis Bread Co. to have breakfast and write long hand. Jon kept me company, but he could only sit there while I wrote. I’m so lost in this scene I don’t have a good idea to bounce off of anyone.
The book was going so well, then I had two days in a row where my pattern was disrupted. That’s all it takes. I seem particularly fragile to interruptions when the book is in that frenzy state. Two days in a row of not being able to follow my schedule and I am back to a crawl.
Jon reminded me that this is typical for me. It made me go, oh yeah. But it didn’t make the problem go away. After an agonizing morning I got about a page and a half done.
I’ve been staring at that page and a half for awhile now and I have no idea how to get through this scene. Three days ago it was so vivid, so real, so . . . I knew exactly what to do and if I hadn’t been interrupted maybe I’d be done by now, with this scene at least.
I find that pattern disruption isn’t as bad with the comic script because I have Jon to play off of, and we help keep each other going. The book is still all me, and if the only person doing the work has a problem, well, you’ve got a problem.
It’s not the first time this has happened. It won’t be the last, but damn it is irritating.
Now back to working on the Anita Special comic, THE FIRST DEATH.