Panicked today as I worked on draft 2 of my project.
The voice just isn’t there.
(And yes, I caught the irony of panic following so close on the heels of this).
The project I just finished is Full of Voice but this current project, not at all.
I started wondering if that was all the voice I had in me,
if possibly the voice had run dry. Or hoarse. Something like that.
So I went back to that last project and read bits of draft 1.
No voice.
Draft 2. No voice.
Draft 3 didn’t have it, either, and by then I didn’t even want (or need) to know about the 4th.
The moral of this story:
WHEN IN DOUBT, TAKE A STROLL THROUGH YOUR CRAPOLA; YOU JUST MIGHT FEEL ALL BETTER.
(at least temporarily)
Tracy Abell 
Heh. I knew there’d be a happy ending.
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It started out pretty scary but then there was LIGHT!
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A book about running and writing you might like: http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/10/books/review/Dyer-t.html?_r=1
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I read that and enjoyed it. I’m fascinated by the process of writing novels and long distance running. Have you read it?
I wrote a little blurb about it here
http://tracyworld.livejournal.com/72850.html
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I read that and enjoyed it. I’m fascinated by the process of writing novels and long distance running. Have you read it?
I wrote a little blurb about it here
http://tracyworld.livejournal.com/72850.html
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