Back To A Future
After a brief hiatus, I shall endeavor to post Part 2 of Coyote Laid Low tomorrow. I’ve allowed outside distractions to cut into my writing for the past week, and that’s a no-no. While this is far removed from the bad old days — when I’d sometimes go weeks or months without writing anything — it’s not a good habit to get into.
The funny thing is this: I’m never not writing. I write in my head from the time I wake up until I drift off to sleep. A huge chunk of my mental activity is constructing stories: imagining characters, building their back stories, their personalities and virtues and flaws. Crafting scenes and sequences and individual descriptions. That might actually be the problem. The story in mentat is perfect. When you sit down to write it out you are conciously deciding to render it out messily and imperfect. “The words you say never seem to live up to the ones inside your head”, to quote Soundgarden.
But, thems the breaks. You just have to do the best you can and live with the results.
Like everything else in life.
