So yesterday’s goal was another hour of editing.
It consisted of an hour of me figuratively bashing my head against the table, wrestling with a brief descriptive passage about The Black Dog. I hate just about every word I wrote, but those were the only ones coming. I got three sentences down. I even dragged out two books with passages about The Black Dog, seeking inspiration, but that didn’t help much.
So after the hour, I decided to quit for the night and read for a bit.
Reading helped, I think. I hadn’t read any novels for a couple of days, and I think my creative side was just cramped up. Because I’m still struggling today, but not nearly so badly. Maybe I should add a resolution to read for 30 minutes every day before writing. Might help me get through my to-read pile, too.