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Notes from the writing table.

1. Often, writing seems to involve a lot of cross-eyed staring, while you try to remember that this is the first draft and that it doesn't have to be the most amazing thing ever. Some days, like today, I think it's much more complicated to be a mediocre writer because we've got grit our teeth and deal with it when the sentences come out a little flat.

2. I'm not sure about this one character, still. I know what she looks like but I'm not sure what her motivation is. Don't you hate that? It's like the title issue, still untitled - nothing to structure the story around. Beyond a texture. I haven't properly articulate the texture, either.

3. My descriptions of the city are, frankly, terrible. Not enough interesting or unique details. I think I'm going to start infusing it with Victoria descriptions; I had that thought while I walked to the grocery store down a street with cherry blossoms running the length of it.

4. The main character, meanwhile, has to live in seething conflict and is barely shaped at this point. He's this blob, this shadow, which has benefits and drawbacks.

5. Hard when you can't find proper writing music. Magnetic Fields isn't doing it for me tonight.

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