I can be anywhere and suddenly have an insight about a scene for a work in progress.
Then when I get in front of that blank screen, my mind often goes blank in sympathy.
What causes that? Sometimes I think it’s the weather. Days like today make me feel energetic and inspired—sunny, windy, the world is talking to me from outside and in. The weekend, by contrast, was still and foggy. I tried and tried to write, but only succeeded in reworking a scene (the cafe one!) that I knew was wrong historically.
By the end of the weekend, my WIP was shorter than it was at the beginning.
But if there’s one thing I know, once you get into the zone, you should treasure it. Having been away from writing for all this time, I haven’t quite figured out the best way to do that.
Writing well is not about being in the mood. It’s something you have to labor at, to struggle with. Sometimes I’m not sure I really know how.
And then, a scene comes together.