I have made a decision. What is this decision? Chapter three will be the DEATH of me!
I wonder if all authors go through this. Is author a proper word to describe me? Eh. Probably not. I’m still going to use it. Live. With. It.
I have been trying to write chapter three for nearly three weeks & I have gotten no where. I am up to a page and a half, when after twelve hours of writing the previous chapters, I’m done. As soon as I begin to tackle chapter three, even if I have notes & the knowledge that I need for the chapter, I cannot write it. Three is the chapter I always seem to stop writing. I’ll put the story aside & tell myself I’ll go back to that later. I just need a break. Three hundred years later, it’s still collecting dust in the corner of my bedroom because I haven’t picked it up.
When I was still in college, English Composition 2, I wrote a short story. (I italicize ‘short story’ because a lost of people couldn’t consider it a short story because it was over twenty chapters, as we speak.) I have been working off & on with that story for the last few years attempting to finish it. I’ve been working hard on getting it to the point that I like it. There were a few, when it was still a short story, that liked it. As I have looked at it the last few years with a large clip on the top I feel like there should be more to it. So I have been adding and taking away. But I think –
THINK – think I am going to take it back down to a short story and be done with it. Just end it. And be done with it. But who actually still reads short stories? What exactly is a short story?
When I was nineteen I began writing something called Ctrl. Alt. Delete. Third chapter – stumped me. I never finished it. That work is still in a shed at a house that we own in a whole different town.
Frost. The work I’m attempting to write right now. Chapter three. A page and a half. I know the details & I know what I want to happen. But putting the words on the paper is beginning to give me a hernia. Is that even possible?
I write the best at work. That’s where I wrote chapters one & two. I tried all weekend to write chapter three & nothing. A few words. But nothing worth keeping.
I still keep wondering if I am able to do this or not. Writing, that is.