It has been a tricky old week, but nonetheless I’ve been working hard cutting slashing, revising and generally red-penning the old WIP. Normally this stage makes me feel good. I blame the weather and various outside factors for the fact that it isn’t so much right now.
However, it’s still made me question the whole writing thing again. Why do we do it? Why do people do anything? Why do I need to know why people do it? Why do I need to re-affirm my belief that’s it’s an ok thing to do? Will I find the answers to my questions in a glass or two of wine and some nice food tonight? Maybe, maybe not, but at least I’ll be full.
It’s all good though, right now I seem to be writing away with very little reasoning behind it, and maybe that’s the way I like it most.