Well, I learned something new about journaling: If you have too many journals, you can’t keep up.
This journal was supposed to go live on Sunday at noon. It is now Monday at 1 pm. I spent all of the last week journaling for a different purpose, a different place, and a different time. Lost track of everything, including this little journal entry here.
No wonder why writers appear as “flakes”… I want to blame the flakiness on all the characters having arguments, trying to fight their way to see the light of day (they are failing miserably right now).
I’m working on this story that has taken over everything in my world. I see its connection to the books I am currently reading, the TV shows I am currently watching, and even the conversations people are having with me. The world is calling for this story. My flaky brain can’t get it out fast enough.
The journaling doesn’t help – especially if I can’t keep up with the arguments or the story or this blog journal for what it is worth.
I’m sure I’m writing myself in circles right now, not saying much about anything while revealing that the writing process is arduous at best. The discipline takes to figure out what to say and how to say it is harder than it looks, especially if you don’t follow an outline and the characters are fighting you every step of the way.