Friday night was all right. I wrote for around an hour, and finally I managed to hammer through what has always felt like a layer of ice separating me and the troll story. I began to actually live the story. The characters actually began to talk to me. Nothing dramatic, like the story’s all different, but finally I have solid reasons for them doing what they do, and I have the imperfections I’ve been holding out for.
Now, if I just had a month to myself, I’d write like a mad women. I’ll still write like a mad woman, but it’ll just go more slowly.
I could’ve done with this breakthrough in November, but you take what you can get.
Catherine
Experience, what you achieve just after you needed it most. And hey, that’s what rewrite is for.