I should be writing right now.
I have decided to write at least two hundred words of fiction every day. If I ever want to be a published fiction writer—and I do, strongly—I need to write at least that much. And I’m generally most content with my writing when I write a little bit every day.
It’s 12:21 a.m. Tuesday morning as I write this; my alarm will wake me in eight hours and nine minutes. I haven’t written my two hundred words for the day yet.
The problem is that I have two major writing tasks. One is the VR story. I’m a bit dissatisfied with the VR story right now, though. It’s hard to write. I feel like Paul Atreides in Dune when events became so chaotic that his vision of the future narrowed down to just the present, and he could no longer rely on his foresight. I’ve always had some idea of what to do next in the VR story, but right now I’m writing blind. It’s an uncomfortable feeling, and I’d rather work on something else.
The other major writing task is the script for my next animation. That’s even more difficult because I wrote the first draft, then received excellent advice from two folks. They suggested ways that I could
I could jump to another project. But that feels wrong, somehow. Instead, I think I should choose one or the other.
Because I haven’t written my two hundred words for the day. But I will.
It’s now 12:44 a.m. 213 words written on the VR story, and the first mention of our next villain, Zazun the Blade. G’night!