Good Days, Bad Days

There are days like, let’s say yesterday, when everything seems to be falling into place; the characters seem to be doing stuff on their own. There seem no boundaries, no restrictions to the world you’ve created. Once you start writing, the words just keep flowing, naturally and seamlessly. At each point in your story you see multiple ways to take the story forward and still know which one would be the right one.

And then there are days, like let’s say, today, when nothing seems to be going your way. You are simply stuck, and can’t think of even one possible way out. Everything you write seems like trash. You feel like erasing it all somehow, and start fresh; but at the back of your mind you know, you can’t. It took so much of effort to walk down this one path, and there were no other paths in sight.

Read that again, and do notice the plural use of the word ‘day’.

I stopped writing at a point yesterday from where I could see multiple ways out, lots of stuff to write about. But today, when I began writing again I could not think of a single paragraph that gelled with what I had written. It is all seeming rubbish, and so I’ve taken this sort of break from writing to write about the problem. I’m not sure if it will work. It has, a few times though.

Even if it doesn’t I will write something, maybe not a thousand words, but I will write. Because I know that even if I have to crawl through a mile of shit, smelly shit, I’ll find my redemption at the end.

I guess its important to remember the alternate nature of these things.

P.S. Chapter Four. A major, unexpected change in approach has left me stranded.