It’s 2 am and I’m still awake. Mainly because I’m still sick. When I lay down, my head clogs and I cough more.
All this night time awake hours has led to thinking about “writing as work.” Especially since I am currently not writing a new book. I have 4 paragraphs on a new novel, but that’s it.
I know a lot of writers treat it as a job. The work the standard 8 hour day and then make time for the rest of their life.
Not me. I write because I love it. However if the words are not flowing, I don’t force them. It’s counter-productive. Sometimes, it’s just laziness. Sometimes, it’s because whatever I’m writing is fleshed out enough in my head. Sometimes, it’s a lack of ideas.
For example, the next Dreams novel could be in progress… But it’s missing a killer and I’ve just sent the mysterious, creepy sidekick after a Jack the Ripper copycat. So, what sort of monster should Aislinn and the SCTU start chasing? No killer, no novel.
My 4 pathetic paragraphs are the start of a fantasy trilogy. Yet, it isn’t finished forming in my head. I have an idea for a horror novel, but no characters.
If I start forcing these onto a page, they will be clunky and garbled. They won’t even qualify as a rough draft. In this way, writing sometimes fail to adhere to an 8 hour day. And I am fine with these lapses from time to time. It keeps writing interesting. Sometimes the thinking of and rejection of ideas is just as necessary as putting words on a page.