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It’s been a long time since I’ve checked in and I wish I could say I’ve been writing. Well, I have been writing, but not anything fun. The thing they don’t really tell you when you start thinking about being a lawyer is how much of your job depends on writing. Not that it would have deterred me because I love writing. But I’m ready to write something that’s, well, fun. With imaginary people suffering imaginary woes. Instead, my writing has been about real people and real problems and it’s been a real downer. But it is what I get paid to do.
In the middle of this crush of work, I spoke with three people IN A ROW who were heading out on vacations to Hawaii, the Caribbean, and on a cruise ship. Clearly, I am doing something wrong.
In the last three weeks, my “writing” has consisted mostly of listening to writing podcasts on my commute and thinking about the scene that I need to write and why it is that I’m not inspired to write it. Is there something missing? Why is this scene so difficult to write? It needs to get done, though, so I can get it to my critique partner and then move on to the scene that I want to write.
Or maybe I’ll just skip this scene and skip to the fun stuff.