So, I finished the book yesterday, and now I don't want to write. At all.
It
is 1:37am, and I am considering just turning off the light and going to
sleep, and that would make two days in the last 42 that I haven't
written.
I created a new character for the last
bit of the story yesterday, and wondered if I should have. For some
reason, all the significant characters in "Like A Good Neighbor," and
its sequel have been female (well, save one, I guess), and so, when I
had to create a doctor, two bystanders, and a nurse, I purposely made
all of them female too.
And then I had
this bit in mind where Holcomb uses her boob power to addle the mind of
somebody, and that somebody just HAD to be male. So I created a second
doctor soley for use in that scene.
And I know what you're going to say: women can become boob-crazy too.
Tsk,
tsk, tsk. Don't kid a kidder, kid. That's like saying, "Oh hey, there
are some great basketball players in the NBA that are at the very top
of the game . . . that are white." Uh huh. Whatever gets you to sleep
at night. What other bullshit do you have to sell me?
So,
I guess the point I was going to make is, should I go through the
story, when I put it all together and do a re-write, and insert a couple
of male characters, or worse, give wieners to a character here or there
that I initially wrote as female? Heck, I just remembered, Lara's
teacher in the first one was Mister Forko, and I think I referred to him
as a lady teacher in this one. Damn.
Oh, why
did I ever think I could be a writer? Why would I think that I could
put something out that people would want to read? Why would I continue
to write everyday when there's absolutely no point in it? Why, if God
is both all-good and all-powerful, would he allow the Star Wars
Prequels?
Okay, moment of truth. If I'm going to write something today, it has to be now.
I wrote 545 words. Only 2:14am now.
Words Today: 545
Words Total: 31,206
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