Sometimes, it’s just completely overwhelming just how bad I really am at getting my shit together and writing things.
Between writing the initial draft, compiling it, attempting (heroically and rather unsuccessfully) to plug the literal holes in the story, outlining, and further culling everything down into a manageable, workable manuscript, it just takes weeks upon weeks to do each of the steps, and nothing seems to go as fast or as smooth as it should be.
This isn’t to I can’t eventually gather up the willpower and write something good, just that... well, it seems like it takes forever. And I’m probably devolving into a moody crybaby again, but the fact that writing a scene straight is like a gift from God is like... the most insanely disappointing thing imaginable? It turns a simple process of making a rough draft into a pile of breadcrumbs and scatters it to the four winds, making it bleed into the process of drafting and editing and just... eurgh. Messy stuff.
But ignore me -- I’m probably just complaining because I’ve got almost literally 40k worth of words to slog through and put in order for Chapter #4, and because complaining is always a precursor to getting shit done for me, it seems.
I really wish I felt like I knew what I was doing well enough to be generating a rough draft right now, though. I mean, I should be able to think of something to add, after reading the drafts, but... nah, man. Just random future scenes for AiYW, at best. Makes me feel like Timekeeper is dead in the water, even though I know it isn’t. Bleh.
