Getting a Grip

So, on Friday, I bemoaned my creativity issues.

Okay, I whined.

But only a little. Several of my faithful support network (thanks RML, mom and KAK!) made helpful suggestions. Never mind that I felt rebellious about it.

I even decided later that maybe what I had written was probably okay and didn't suck that much. So I sent it to my good writing friend, Allison, so she could reassure me.

She said it sucked.

Not in so many words, of course, because she's a lovely person. She was honest. Not feeling it. Which was no shock cuz neither was I.

So, yesterday, I followed RoseMarie's advice and pulled the shade. (This house has no non-spectacular view windows.) I put on my writing music (soundtrack to The Mission -- no, I don't know why it works. I absolutely can't do music with words. Eerie instrumental soundtracks are best. I also like Master & Commander and Billy Joel's Fantasies & Delusions). I followed Kristine's advice and didn't edit. I just started composing the scene.

And out it flowed.

Allison pronounced it "Way Way Better." High praise indeed.