It’s been interesting to watch myself today. I’ve had the
feeling that I’m struggling with this particular manuscript, that the story isn’t
working, and the writing is slow and hard. In fact, each time I glance at the
clock I’m amazed how much I’ve managed to get written and in how short a time
span. My perception is the piece is slow going, but in reality my writing speed
and output is running at the same rate as the previous manuscript. The
difference between perceived reality and reality almost doesn’t make sense.
When I’ve been flying on a work in progress I’ve felt the
flow, that I’m “in the zone”, but with this piece, this week, I’ve felt I’m struggling
when the reverse has been true. I’m not complaining, it’s just another facet of
the experience of writing, and one that gives me pause to think.
Time to crack on with other things, real life and all that.
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