So I wrote the first draft of The Blood – Part 12. It’s rough and it’s quick but at least it’s there. It was one of the hardest chapters to write, considering it was only 900 words. I aim to have a chapter for The Blood to be about 1,000 words, something that’s easily digestible on a blog. Still this one was like pulling teeth.
Sometimes, chapters are like that. Sometimes the words come so hard you have to drag each and every one of them out of the mud and shove them bodily into place. They hurt and leave you sore and panting but I’ve often found that later, when you look back on it, you can’t tell the difference in the writing from that hard-won victory to the one that “wrote itself.” It’s a fascinating sort of phenomenon that only writers can truly experience.
If you find yourself stuck and uninspired and unsure what to do, don’t worry. We’ve all been there. Almost every story I’ve ever written has one of these chapters/parts/whatever. Usually a longer piece like The Blood has several. So this won’t be the last chapter I write with a chisel.
I wrote this one in blood, but let’s hope it cleans away without too much smearing.