Warning: Rant ahead.
I haven’t done any writing much on anything fiction-like for almost two weeks. I think I’ve reached a point in my current work-in-progress where I’m not interested in this story anymore. 😦 Which is a %&*# shame because I outlined it so I wouldn’t have this problem! Grr.
Maybe I’m just sick of the limitations of my software. I use My Writing Spot on my Android tablet to write, which is good but not good enough. There are things it doesn’t do (such as indents and formatting) and things it does I wish it doesn’t (defaults the cursor to the end of an item). I need to get off my tush and write my own. I’m certainly capable of doing that.
Maybe I’m just sad at the four hundred word scene just before where I’m up to that is, frankly, quite shit. It needs to go. The interaction isn’t needed. It’s filler for something that doesn’t happen. Grr. Again.
Exhortions to “just do it” are useless. It’s what I tell myself, anyway, and they don’t work. Probably doesn’t help I have been busy this week at work. (Heck, I’m watching a script run on my work PC, albeit from my home PC. And it’s Sunday morning.) Also doesn’t help I’ve just gotten a new car. Well, I say “new”, but’s actually 30 years old. And I say “just gotten” and I really mean I’ve gotten it registered. Which was a trial. And it still needs things done to it.
Hmph. Maybe I need a nice drive to somewhere pretty. And take my tablet. At least my new car doesn’t have a stereo yet. Perhaps I can think story. Maybe I need to write a new short story in a different world to help break up the block.