New Year
I’m doing more these days, or at least trying to. I’m trying to finish up some classes, and I started some rewrites on a couple of novels. It’s been fun, because I’m trying to have more fun. Instead of trying to write the perfect thing, I’m trying to enjoy what I’m doing. There’s too much noise, and there’s something to realizing that while maybe you don’t have a perfect plan, your characters do. There’s something to sort of “shifting the blame” onto your characters instead of keeping it to yourself. A lot of writing is supposed to be therapeutic, or something for you to wrestle some things out. You can’t do that if everything is “perfect.” Sometimes the grit, and the fight, and the imperfections are what make it perfect.