100 Days in Detroit
So yesterday after suffering through three pages of gruel, I opened my email. I try not to open my email before I write in the morning. Because if I do, chances are, all I will write is email. And now I have all those Facebook alerts, too. So I write first. Usually. Today I didn’t, out of vanity. I wanted to see if Nina had posted my story about Obama’s first 100 days on the BBC website.
Well she did, so then I had to share the link on Facebook and one thing led to another and I have not yet written today. I am going to do that right after this post.
Back to yesterday, after writing three awful terrible pages of crippled purple prose, I opened my email. Nina was asking if I could blog. I looked at the clock. I had an hour before I had to get ready for work. Could I do it? Did I have anything to say? And would my writing be smoother than the stuff I’d churned out earlier that morning? Turns out, yes, yes and yes.
So just to say that sometimes better writing follows bad. Hope that holds true as I go into the WIP this morning.