Waste of Time

That's what this weekend was, writing-wise. I'm beginning to have a difficult time writing. When I'm to this point, the novel is pretty whole in my head and I lose interest in it. Of course that makes it difficult for other people to read it. ;-) I couldn't even FIND my briefcase this weekend, and didn't see it from Friday evening until Birdie brought it out the door with her this morning on the way to work.

It was a really, really busy weekend, so I'm tired, and I hurt my knee somehow on Saturday working on the garbage dump behind the garage at my house down south. I didn't realize how far down the damned garbage goes. I scraped off about two inches of top soil and still found broken glass. And I only pushed the pile back about two feet. There're five more feet to go, and it's deeper farther in. Now I think I may get the house ready by July for sale.

Anyway, I really need to get on chapter three. I just scribbled down the basic description of the clown zombie, and that's the only writing I've done in three days. I read this morning that the Oprah Book Club is doing "The Road", which is on my Amazon Wish List because it's a post-apocolyptic novel. I read the exerpt on the book club's site and nearly fell asleep. You know, as much as I envy writers' ability to wax poetic and all that, I can't read that crap. So you KNOW I'm not writing that way. I compared my spare piece of prose with that and felt pretty weak.

Fuck it, though. This is all about getting it done, not winning a prize. I've already gotten tired of the story, but I want to get it finished just so I know I can do it.