Nonsequitur Life

Writing about writing should not be so bloody difficult.

I’m pretty sure there’s some sort of poetic irony in the fact that I have writer’s block when it comes to writing about writing.

All that just to say: I’ve been writing.

It sounds strange to say that as I haven’t really been able to for quite some time. The gaping void I’ve been feeling has been filled with dozens of pages of text and I’m hoping like hell it lasts.

I picked up a project that has been in the pipeline for about five years. It has been in a perpetual state of restructuring in all that time, seeing significant shifts in major plot points, and undergoing endless character recasting. I don’t know how much I had written when I picked up again a week or so ago (maybe ten pages?), but it’s currently sitting at forty-seven pages and somewhere around 22,000 words.

I’ve had some pretty significant…breakthroughs, I guess you could say…on this project. All along I’ve had a general premise in mind, but I didn’t have a clear picture of what I needed to make it work. Suddenly I know where it needs to start. I know where it should end. I know what needs to happen in between to get there. And I’ve fallen in love with the current cast of characters, which—to me—is the most important aspect of any of my projects.

There are still some foggy areas I need to get right. There’s a dynamic between two primary players that needs some proper tweaking. But overall, it’s finally working.

My mind is constantly occupied with this project. Sure I still have all the usual static and noise rolling around, but this is by far the loudest right now.

I’ve been writing for twenty years. I still haven’t figured out the words to accurately describe the overwhelming sense of…yes…I feel when I’m completely submerged in a project.

It just feels…right.

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