Hey, y’all.
This morning I wrote 1,370 words.
I wrote a prologue for my book. My editor and I were discussing the fact that the beginning of my story should really have a certain critical scene to set the setting and give the reader a healthy jolt of ‘holy shit’ right away. So that’s what I worked on today.
I cried when I wrote it. And the scene made my stomach churn and my heart hurt. Yeah, writing is a physical endeavour for me. You too?
It’s crazy that in real life I have a difficult time watching/reading the news because I can’t handle all the bad stuff that humans do to each other, then I sit and write things that humans do to each other – and I can write these terrible things in my story. And I feel them as I’m writing them. I know the difference is that one story is true and one story is not…but it still feels the same in my body.
I stopped because I was tired and sad. Tomorrow I’ll go back into the book and hopefully, the characters won’t hurt each other like they did today.
Here’s my video for today:
Happy Writing!
VANESSA SHIELDS, writer 