The easiest way for anyone to know that I’m having issues with a piece of writing is to look at my sidebar. I rearrange when I’m frustrated. My preferred compulsion is alphabetization, but in order to play with books, DVDs or flashcards, I have to walk away from my laptop. That’s never a good idea if I want to get back to the story promptly. So I play with my sidebar until my muse finds her bliss.
When the plotting, writing, rewriting… process is going especially bad, I put things on the wrong place; hence this post. This was supposed to be a page *sigh* “Fine Fate! Or Muse! Or who/whatever is tangling my ideas. You aren’t the boss of me. You thought I was going to delete this, didn’t you? Well, I won’t. I’m leaving it here and making it part of… whatever. On your face!”
Yes, I also have long conversations with myself when I’m frustrated *triple sigh* Back to fighting the tangling muse… Hm, you might as well visit all these Wicked Darlings and tell them I think they rock. Why lose a perfectly awesome opportunity? I always say that when life pushes you to hit the wrong button, you should make your bloggy friends shine. Okay,
so this is the first time I say it, but it is still true. NOW back to the bloody story...