The Urge, Part 2

So my novel, the mortal gods (affectionately known as "the novel from hell"), isn't going so well. I get these spurts where I am just so sick of the damn thing, put it aside, and (almost) vow to never look at it again. Then it comes back with a vengeance whenever I have a new plot idea or a way that will just make it better. Better, in my mind, being entirely subjective. I finished writing the draft of it last November, and I've known it needed serious rewriting for a while, based on a stupid, stupid plot point halfway through. And, of course, this necessitates a COMPLETE rewrite. Bear in mind that this thing has already been fully written out (and subsequently scrapped) at least 4 times. This is the fifth run-through. Yeah, yeah, I know I'm procrastinating, and I know that the more times I rewrite, it's not actually getting me anywhere towards publishing. Fine, I'm aware of that, and I'm working on overcoming that. I think this one might be *gasp* the one, though (and I say that only being 5000 words in). It just feels better to me. Smoother.

I was sitting in my Russian Literature class today, and I honest-to-God was trying to pay attention. But then an idea hit me, and so now I've got 2 pages of looseleaf writing to type up because I couldn't stop myself from writing. Yeah, this is a very bad habit as I need to pass my classes, and to pass them, it would be great if I actually paid any attention in them, which I very much didn't today.

I don't even like writing by hand! Try typing up a 300k novel that you wrote all by hand and you'll feel the same way. The only upshot of doing that was that it has done wonders for my typing speed. But that's really not the point.

When the urge hits, it's like trying to stop a train. It's going to come, and do whatever it wants, no matter what I do. That's just life. So, now I'm off to go and type up these pages and maybe it'll give me the spur to get some more writing done tonight. I'm kinda in one of those writing moods right now...