The Drudgery

Superman Saturday is here again. I was so excited. I woke up at six am, went for a bike ride, came home and made some coffee and then sat my butt in the magic writing chair. I was sure this was going to be another delightful day spent doing what I love to do most. Writing wonderful words that would flow from my brain to my fingertips and onto the computer screen.

Okay, it is now 3:30 and I just finished this blasted chapter. Do the math. I've been writing more than eight hours when you figure in snack and bathroom breaks. All for six, little pages.

I rewrote the opening paragraph a bunch of times, stuggling over every word. I just wasn't "on" today.

Sometimes, the words come so easily. I sit, I write, I leave pleased with my work. Yeah, that didn't happen.

Every word came begrudgingly. Every sentence was a struggle. I thought I'd never finish. I don't know if what I wrote is good or if it's garbage. I'll look again later, or maybe tomorrow. But, probably it will be just as good as the chapters that flowed out like honey.

I don't know why its like that. Some days my muse shows up and we get the chapter written without breaking a sweat. Other days, the adage about pulling teeth fits nicely. But, when you go back and read both together, the quality of the work is the same. Crazy.