How many of you out there are writers as well as readers? Here’s a little something for those of you trapped inside a rewrite. It’s an email I sent yesterday in which I describe my current project:
“Writing is a bit of chore right now because I’m over my head somewhere in the middle trying to make sense of it all. When details don’t resound one with another, it all starts to look like a dog’s breakfast. Regurgitated. Maybe that’s what they mean by ‘dog’s breakfast’. I saw that today — a little dog standing over his expurgated meal. We would never do that, would we? We’d flush it away pronto. He probably ate it up again after I walked on. Maybe that’s what I should do. I’m certainly standing over it, looking at it. Been doing it for weeks. What a life.”
Don’t feel sorry for me. That little dog taught me something. I won’t soon forget him standing there so unashamedly over his half digested mish-mash. It’s just a first draft, he’s telling me. No need to be judgmental. Be a writer! Be a man! This is the writer’s job, eating it all again.