That’s the sound of me backing up. It annoys many others in the coffee shop when I back up when I’m writing. “Can you stop beeping?” they shout. “I’m on my cell and I can’t hear myself think.”
I’m backing up from yesterday’s writing. Oh, what a miserable day. I don’t know where the muses were, but they weren’t here. Did they stage a walk-out? Maybe. Don’t know.
I knew I had to make some links, slow down and let the story breathe, to improve the novel. That’s what I was trying to do. After a fitful session, I’d written a lot but I felt like it was horrible. I didn’t like it.
The muses agreed this morning. As soon as I awoke and finished thinking about my dreams (more family and dogs – WTH?), a muse rep said, “You know that stuff that you wrote yesterday?”
“Well, it’s terrible.”
“I — ”
“It muddies the flow and does nothing for the pacing or coherency.”
“Yeah, I — ”
“This is what you need to do instead. First, delete all of that crap.”
“Crap is a little harsh, don’t yo — ”
“And then, this is what you write.” He proceeded to tell me.
I thought the proposal over. It was a lot better, and made more sense. I nodded. “Okay, I will. Thanks.”
My thanks went to empty air. The muse was gone. Guess they were off to help some other poor writer.
Got my coffee and took my first gulp of the blessed hot, dark, bitter brew. Time to write like crazy, at least one more time.