But it's not a story yet.
Not even close.
Not the right story at least.
The story changes umpteen billion times until finally, I write it down.
But the problem I'm having now is that I don't know whether I should be writing it down when it changes so frequently. Am I not ready, or am I procrastinating the inevitable?
And would the story have changed much more had I not written it down in the first place? No, not much at least. I think to a degree I hit a point where I just need to get it out, where I need words to solidify the chaos in my mind, because without them I would only have the most emotional scenes worked out. Even then, it varies.
I can't afford to be this erratic if I want to be a professional writer. I just can't.
So what's the answer to my dilemma? I suppose I sort of half-know the answer already.
Suck it up and write.
Nut up or shut up.
Alright, explicit pep talk-esque sayings aside, I've already begun to write. If the story changes, I can always take the scenes and switch them a bit. It's not like I didn't do that with the first book at all. Some of my ideas change, some die, and some spring up from nowhere in the middle of a random conversation. I love those random ideas. They're usually the winners.
Sigh. Ok. Work now.
Note: I don't expect this blog to make sense to anyone other than myself and maybe three other people. Unless you're a writer, or clinically insane.
mmkay bye now!