I have mastered the art of not writing. I once thought this proclivity would end after college. Oh, no. It evolves. Gets more creative.
When I finally sit at my desk to stare at my computer screen until words magically appear, I’ll stop to investigate terms or historical events I just used to discover some shred of intrigue that might add depth my story’s characters, scenes, themes, etc. To my benefit, I get a healthy dose of education. To my detriment, I can do this for hours.
These sedentary exploits refer to penning first drafts. I’m a killer reviser.
(I even had to look up “reviser” to make sure it wasn’t supposed to be “revisionist”—although I prefer the latter. It sounds more…heroic.)
Dorothy Parker is often attributed with saying, “I don’t like writing. I like having written.” While I find this sentiment true most of the time, the other day I wrote three new pages and resculpted three more. Oddly enough, I found the process itself enjoyable.
I’ll have to read this blog entry occasionally to remind myself of what I’ve relearned.