You know those days when you wake up, and you think you know exactly what you’re going to do with your day, and everything that’s going to happen, and it doesn’t end up that way? Well, that was my day. I’d planned to study those subjects for which I’d missed classes, and maybe read a bit. At first it was all right. I checked my email, I studied linguistics for one hour and absorbed the needed information. I then spent the rest of the afternoon reading P.S. I Love You, which is a very sad but sweet book by the way. So far, so good. However, what I did not count on was Indiana Jones being on at seven-thirty, and I watched that until ten. My mood for studying was broken, so I looked over my notes for speech anatomy for about ten minutes, and then went online, because I was so very bored. And thus, I’m here now, typing about my not-so-spectacular day.
It really goes to show that no matter how well you plan, there’s always something there to thwart your plans. And it’s the same with writing. I can plan my stories all I want, but when it comes to writing it down, the characters decide that they don’t like what I’ve planned, and at their whim, I’m off on a tangent. So far, I’ve found that it’s best just to go along with the characters, and see what they come up with. Some days, they want a break, and that’s those are the hardest days, because I have to be the one who pushes the plot along, and it sounds a bit forced, even tedious. The main thing is to keep writing though. After a while my muses and characters take pity on me, and they take over the story again.
