Since I've pledged to write some Before the Blood each day, I have.
Even when when inspiration doesn't come.
Even when I'm too tired.
Even when I'm too busy.
Even when the hour has become thirty minutes (or fifteen).
There's always something that can be done: a section to research, a character to invent, wrinkled prose to smooth, and some re-reading to nudge my memory and keep me connected to the story.
It doesn't sound like much, I know.
But like the tortoise, I'm making progress.
That, to me, is the biggest surprise.
Even when when inspiration doesn't come.
Even when I'm too tired.
Even when I'm too busy.
Even when the hour has become thirty minutes (or fifteen).
There's always something that can be done: a section to research, a character to invent, wrinkled prose to smooth, and some re-reading to nudge my memory and keep me connected to the story.
It doesn't sound like much, I know.
But like the tortoise, I'm making progress.
That, to me, is the biggest surprise.
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