Blankoids

Not much to say blog-wise today as I am suffering from the Tuesday-Blankoids. The writing is going steadily enough, although as @mygoditsraining described it on Twitter, at the moment it feels rather like a self imposed bi-polar disorder. I’m good/I’m shit/I’m good/I’m shit/I’m good/I’m shit, all the live long day. This is all part of the charming struggle that is writing a book, no doubt, and it’s important to remind myself at times like this that in the end, I’m telling the story because I want to know what happens. It pleases me to piece the story together to see where it goes- the rest of it I can worry about later.

2 thoughts on “Blankoids

  1. You mean you don’t know what’s going to happen until you write it? That’s a bit like improvising a piece of music.

  2. Not really. I normally have some idea of how it will end, but the journey will have many surprises. Often, characters don’t behave how you expected them too, and this can throw your carefully prepared outline out the window, making writing more a process of discovery than anything else.

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