Grinding it out...
I hate this part of being a writer. You know, the days when you feel like an artless hack, when you look at the drivel you're spewing and just want to vomit.
Yeehaw. I'm a writer. Bleah.
Despite this, I got words written. Whether or not they stay in, well, I can't say that at this point. This draft is being done according to Val's Spaghetti Method of Writing:
Throw words at the page and hope some stick.
Here's the meter:

No other metrics tonight.
Yeehaw. I'm a writer. Bleah.
Despite this, I got words written. Whether or not they stay in, well, I can't say that at this point. This draft is being done according to Val's Spaghetti Method of Writing:
Throw words at the page and hope some stick.
Here's the meter:
No other metrics tonight.
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I'm kinda in that situation now. I think some of what I wrote works, but I've lost touch with part of it and can't tell anything other than the fact that it needs to be cut down and it is probably too "talky".
Today, though, I have to finish 18 pages and then edit the 50 I've written since Friday and turn them in, so I'll soon see just how sucky they are.
I guess that's good cause I can gauge the feedback to my feelings for what I wrote and see where I was right and where I was wrong in what I think needs to be changed.
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So all I can do is keep slogging, and hope that I go back and realize it's not that bad after all. :p
Good luck to you!