I try to write a little something every day. I do so many activities, but it seems writing is always last. And worst of all, sometimes when I’m writing, I’m actually not. At least, not what I want to. Grading rubrics, informational handouts, short pieces for class information, emails, and of course, the occasional editing favor for a friend.
Sometimes, with no inspiration at all, I write to write. Like a musician playing scales. A necessary part of what we do, but not necessarily first choice. And yet, the other day, I learned the plodding slowly, oh, so slowly, is finally paying off. I was told, “Your minor characters are interesting, even though they’re in the background.” YES! I nearly eliminated a few seemingly throwaway gestures and lines of dialogue. Glad now that I saved them.
I keep hoping as I follow a more regular schedule that inspiration will suddenly strike between one paragraph and the next. But if it doesn’t, I’ll keep stringing words together until I make something beautiful out of them!