I can’t write five words but that I change seven. – Dorothy Parker
I’m stuck. I’ve been sitting on the same scene for days. It’s a decent scene. It really has the potential to be wonderful. The words just won’t come out right. I’ve got the skeleton down. Even that little skeleton makes me shiver in all its potential sexiness. But I need to flesh it out. To give it life. To make it breathe and pulse with heat. Why is this so hard? Because I keep feeling like I’m being fluffy. I keep feeling like I’m just writing more to write, rather than to make the scene better. And what I’m expressing… well, it’s imaginary, so it’s difficult to describe.
I know how it feels. I know what it looks like. But I’m having trouble letting everyone else know. Where the heck is Mac with some new flashy gizmo that will help transfer your thoughts into computers, without the actual effort of thinking, you know? Well, after the iPhone, I think it might just be next. Ha, ha.
Ok, you know what? I’m gonna give it another try. The word doc is open. The scene is up. I have to close my eyes, try and get lost in the moment. It’s really hard with Frasier in the background trying to pick Daphne off the floor after she’s fallen and gotten too heavy to get up herself. I don’t know why, I don’t even like this show, but I can’t seem to stop watching it. Oh that’s right… it’s called procrastination.