What’s in my head? Some days I wonder.
I wrack my brain to come up with an idea to write about, but there is nothing – nada. It can be frustrating at times.
The wheels turn, but I am unsuccessful. I can spend hours at my laptop and all I write is crap and it is not fit for another person’s review. I cannot tolerate the notations which I have written. The work disgusts me.
I am currently working on book two of a series. I have to consider: how do I make this interesting, how do I make it different from the first book, and what differences can I add to the genre that I am writing in?
Then there are days when the ideas and the words just seem to flow. Oh, what a joy. It is in these times that I do not wish to stop, but exhaustion and the urge to sleep overtake me. Only to wake up the next day to discover that some work is good, some is salvageable, and some parts are just horribly written and they cannot be salvaged.
Still, I keep at it. I am a writer after all, and writing is what I do.
– Robert Confiant 14 March 2015 (mod 18 March 2016)