Ugh. This was like hitting “the wall” today — not writer’s block but an incredibly tough passage. I’m in a part where I had to write the depression in the house where Teenie is, in her mom? She has made an apple pie — here is a piece of their dialogue. I actually had to change the subject while I was writing — writing Dev was way easier, today for some reason. In this section today I was inside these two character’s heads, and how they are coping with loss?
here is a snippet:
“Mom do you feel like helping me?”
“No, honey. I don’t.”
“Teenie, I am trying to watch the news.”
When her mother’s voice sounded short like that she knew that asking for anything was going to be impossible. She’d just have to do it herself. I wish dad was here, she thought.
Teenie’s mom was in her usual place on the sofa, with her pajamas on and feet tucked up under a blanket. Her eyes were riveted to the television screen watching the newscasters talk on and on. That was because of The Wave.
“Another species just went extinct, Teenie,” she called out.
“The Wave is on its way, now.”
“Mom, can we just make this pie together?”
After the pie is made, I resolved the scene somewhat — but today was just one of those crummy writing days when you aren’t on track in a way. Ugh. What really helped was seeing the pep talks in Nanoville? It really did, and also, seeing all the other writers twittering away with their progress. I think not looking at the news might be helpful — except, Ugh. Just looking at the news on the G is enough to make a person ill.
Today I’m stopping at 1822 words. Better than nothing, and it is only a rough draft. Forwards!
grand total w/c so far is 8121…