Messy writing days are awful. That’s 1,000 words probably consigned to the trash. Maybe maybe not but sometimes it just does’t flow. The tricky part of science fiction is getting bogged down in the tech. Having the flu doesn’t help either. Each word today was a marathon of thought and it couldn’t have come at a worse time. Bang smack in the middle of a big reveal about alien DNA… of which no such thing exists .. so much research on DNA variations and how it chemically fits together. My head hurts. When this happens it gets a special book mark. The red mark of “this scene is a piece of shit”. We’ll revisit at the end of the first draft. Right now we’re just laying down tracks. The real writing comes with the rewrites. Get your story out on paper no matter what. Sick, tired, grumpy, no inspiration, no time whatever. Just get it out.
Putting Pen to Paper 