It's always scary to confront the idea that we are slowing down with age. It shouldn't take an entire day to write 3000 words, but that's exactly what it took. Writing isn't exactly an athletic activity, and even if it was, I'm supposed to be in my physical prime anyways, so why I am slowing down? I tell myself that even if I'm writing less, it's actually more in quality, but who knows if that's true? I've got a friend 7 (or 6?) years my junior pumping 10,000 word behemoths while juggling part-time jobs and now school. Me? I've got all the time in the world.
I've been writing for years and I still haven't figured out the elusive formula for guaranteed production. It's a maddening dilemma. At best, when the mood strikes me, that's when I'm at my best. I don't think it's a matter of refining technique then it is about refining the source--my thoughts. A cliched as it sounds, I might have to change the way I think about things. In the old days, I envisioned my stories visually, like a movie. But today? I think up stories in words, ready to be put down on paper. The struggle is holding on to those words as the letters leak out of my head.
I'm sure I'll get it right one of these days, and when I do, the world probably end before I get a chance to show off.
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