I
take the dog out and it’s pouring rain and I’m not happy about it. I come in
with the dog and turn the laptop on and turn the kettle on and start thinking
about where I left off. I make some coffee in a French press and sit down.
The
sun comes out and I’m not happy about it.
I
pick up where I left off, and I’m not happy about it.
I
write a few lines that I’m not happy about, then I start to think about
something else. I’m not happy that I’m thinking about something else so I write
a few more lines, and maybe there’s one or two that I’m happy about, so I write
a few more.
I
go to the bathroom. I look at the dog for a while. I think about how it’s nice
outside and the dog’s looking at me and I could be out with the dog instead, or
on my bike, but if I was out there instead of writing, well, I wouldn’t be
happy about it.
I
set to it again and get a whole paragraph or two down that I’m not happy about,
but I’m a bit happy that they’re at least on the page so I can make something
better of them later. I read some of what I’ve written on previous days or
weeks or months so I can remember what I need to remember to write a few more
lines. I’m happy about some of what I’ve written, and the momentum carries me
through a few more lines I’m not particularly happy about.
I
submit to the dog’s request for pets, attention. I fold some laundry. While I’m
folding the laundry I think of a way a character might say or think about
something, then I decide the character has chosen the wrong career path and
needs a new one, pronto, and that all traces of previous employment need to
obliterated from the record. I think about the amount of work that’s going to
take, and I’m not happy about it, but I’ll do it anyway, because I’d be less
happy if I didn’t.
I
get a few more paragraphs or lines or words down, and I stop for lunch. I take
the dog out or pick up some groceries, then I do roughly the same thing I did
all morning. At the end of the day, if I haven’t ended up on the internet or
folded too much laundry or cleaned too many rooms, and if there are some
greater number of words on the page then there were yesterday, I’m happy about
it, or happy enough to do it again tomorrow.
David Kloepfer’s first novel Cheap Thrills (Vancouver: Now or Never
Publishing) was released on October 15, 2019. He is happily working on a
second, third, and fourth novel.
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