I’ve been back in London for a few days and here I am again, tired. Tired. All. The. Time.
It’s cold and windy and I’ve been stuck on trains for significant chunks of time every day, which could do wonders for my daily word count, if only I wasn’t too tired to even entertain the idea of writing.
So instead, I spend my commute listening to writing podcasts (So You Want To Be A Writer is a favourite these days) and combing Rightmove for houses I can’t afford, in parts of London which give me nightmares to begin with.
So yeah. All fun and games aroud here.
In the few, guilt driven bursts of writing I’ve experienced this week, I’ve mainly been stuck.
After quite a bit of anticipation build-up, my two main characters are finally meeting. Now, I’ve really been waiting for this moment myself, but for some reason I’m finding it it very difficult to put the episode in writing. My POV character seems more drawn to the setting and to other secondary characters, and doesn’t show much interest in this other vital, central player. Which is to say that I don’t find her very interesting as a character myself. Or that I’m intimidated by her, or by the thought that I need to now take responsibility for the story of not one, but two complex characters, both vital to the plot. Either way, not ideal.
So all I’ve been doing is trying to get to know this second character a little better these days. I’m writing and rewriting her character sheet, telling the story from her point of view, I even put together a Pinterest board of things she likes! I can’t really tell if all of this is working just yet, but at least I’m still trying something, anything.
That’s it as far as living and writing goes these days. Off to work now and another day of stalking characters.
Happy writing, everyone!