Writing Too Fast

Last Saturday, before I came up with the idea to write about the notecards (my most popular and action-packed post yet!), I thought about writing about working on an idea when you wished you were working on another. That's because I was in the middle of working on the ensemble comedy I mentioned a few posts ago, but all I could think about was a brand new idea I had. I was ready to toss the comedy aside and work on this new thriller I had come up with. Well, it's a good thing I didn't.

Before I get to that part though, let me tell you a little about the day I wrote the first pages of The Unenegagement. It was Sunday night and I started writing at 5 or so after waking up from an uncomfortable nap on my couch. In about three and a half hours, I wrote barely over two pages unless you count the six or seven times I rewrote the first half of a page. This did not bode well for this particular story. If the going was that rough, I thought I might move on and come back to it.

Then Monday morning happened. I didn't have to be at work until 2:45 (an odd experience, to say the least), but I still got up at 7:45 to write, because I figured why not. In that course of that morning, without doing much of anything that felt like trying, I wrote 14 pages of The Unengagement.

And while I'm not exactly sure what this would feel like, I think I liked what I wrote.

So of course, now that I have a few days on it, I can't help but think something must be wrong. It shouldn't be that easy.

So to recap, I almost moved past an idea because I expected it to be hard. Then when it wasn't, I now figure something must be wrong. If you at all have a say in it, choose a job with concrete yeses and nos. Like accounting or biophysics (sorry) concrete laying.