Today went a little weird for me. I had a major case of mind blank this morning... I'm using that as a more precise term than "writer's block". Nothing was coming. I wasn't lacking for ideas, just no words to go with any of them. I wrote a flash story, but it was like I was talking about yesterday when the words aren't flowing and I have to build a thing piece by piece... the results aren't as good and the work isn't as satisfying.
(Though I think it's an okay flash story, all the same.)
So I ended up writing a blog post about comic books, and then I considered making today my office day... I'd planned on doing that later in the week, but it's fallen on Wednesday and I thought maybe that worked for a reason, or I was in a rut. So I did a little preliminary work on one of my big tasks for this week, but I really wasn't feeling that, either.
So I decided to open up a blank document and forget all the stuff I *should* be working on and just start typing. Stream-of-consciousness writing on a timer is a skill that I think any writer would benefit from practicing.
The thing about my stream of consciousness, though, is that it tends to be prose anyway. I mean, that's how I'm able to write ten or twelve thousand words in two thirds of an hour. I think words. I think stories.
So what I ended up with when my timer went off was the beginning of a slightly vanilla (very vanilla by my standards) body positive erotica. I decided to run with it and an hour and half later I ended up with a finished 2,500 word story, which I shared with Jack. After his feedback, I think I can make it better and a bit longer, but with the logjam broken I wanted to turn my attention to some of my projects in progress. The expanded version of it should be ready before the next newsletter goes out next week.
I added 1500 words to the Tales of MU chapter in progress, which is within my required "just needs some polish" definition of finished for tomorrow. I added a thousand words to the fourth and penultimate or antepenultimate chapter of By Half Measures, and resolved an important emotional/character arc question regarding it. I think I need to rearrange some of the lines that I wrote, though, to make a clearer progression to the chapter's climax... a better crescendo, as it were.
So, that's 5,700 words on a day that started with me staring at a keyboard and feeling nothing, then going to read comics. I'm going to call this not too shabby. It's not my best day. It's not even my best day where I wrote over 5,000 words or the best day when I sat down and randomly wrote a finished story that I can sell... everything I wrote today is going to take more polish than my usual "pretty enough for punk" first-and-only draft.