I got this comment from Violet to my "the desire to write" post of yesterday:
Robin, you don’t know how this encourages me! From some other things
you’ve said on here, I had the idea that you had a bumper crop of
characters and plottings always in the granary…. So whew! Knowing you have to work at it too is a relief somehow, and a permission to struggle on!
Oh, dear. I hate to be misunderstood!
I’m pretty sure that this particular misconception came from my statement that "ideas are a dime a dozen." I stand by that. Ideas are everywhere. But every idea isn’t worthy of a novel. Every idea isn’t worthy of a chapter or a scene or a paragraph either. Some ideas are just … ideas. Most of my ideas come not full-blown but as little niggling sensations in the gut. There aren’t even words for them yet, and I have to go scrounging for what that niggle means, what my subconscious is trying to tell me.
Yesterday, I rewrote the same page about ten times. (Unfortunately, those ten pages don’t count toward my weekly writing goal — those have to be new pages.) I’m in a scene that I know is the right scene, but I can’t seem to get the words right. I can’t seem to figure out what the viewpoint character should be thinking or saying or doing. Here is what I know after writing 47 books before this one: I’ll find the answer. I may struggle a day or I may struggle a week, but eventually, the answer will come.
In the movie, Something’s Gotta Give, the Diane Keaton character is stymied early on. Been there, done that! But later, she starts writing like a fiend, and she tells Nicholson that the words are "flowing." Am stymied, longing for the flow!
Writing, like life, is a process. We just have to work it through.