Ok, really. I have no reason to talk about golf. I don't even like the game. Well, that's not true - I like one part of the game. The first part. The part where you take the big club (the driver) and hit the golf ball as hard as you can. And I also like riding in the golf cart.
But that's about it.
Come to think of it, that's the way writing is a lot of the time for me. Each chapter can be thought of like each hole of golf. You start with a big swing and through a series of puts, slices, hooks, (and other assorted golfing terminology), you progressively move towards the end of the chapter - putting the little ball in the hole. The combination of all these little moves creates the build-up to the end of the game.
But there are black moments - the sand traps, the ponds, the brush. And you stand there with your golf club (pencil, pen, or fingers on the keyboard) madly hacking away because you can't get that stupid little ball (i.e. hero, heroine, villain, plotline,etc.) to go where you want it to go. And the tension! The curse words! The aggravation! The throwing of golf clubs (pens, pencils, Ming vases, plates, glasses!)!
But then there are the days when your golf game is good - you drive, the ball gets really close to the hole, and with three strokes, you put it in the hole. Or whatever it's called. (I TOLD you I know nothing about this game! I've played it once, if you don't count miniature golf!). Translated to fiction-writing terms, your characters' dialogue is awesome, they do what you want them to do, and your writing flows.
I feel like I'm having a bad golf game right now - but rest assured, it will pass. I actually got some writing done last night, but I'm still in need of a good brainstorming session to work out the details. Maybe I'll call an emergency board meeting for my RWA chapter. ;-)
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