"They're not getting it" - me in response to Jenny's and Ali's comments on my post about working in the wrong key.
They did get what I said. And their comments were right on. What they didn't get--I think--was that the post was more a whine about not feeling like I have time to work on everything so shouldn't I focus that time on the novel? Which is a whole different animal than what I actually wrote. I remembered Beezy's comment about singing in the right key and thought, "That's a good analogy for not 'wasting my time' working on anything other than the novels."
Now I know it's not a waste of time to work on other formats in order to strengthen both my writing in those formats and my novels. It's not a waste of time to stretch myself. But when I'm already feeling stretched thin, I feel like I need to concentrate my efforts. And even as I type that, I realize that the short stories and poems (yes, Ali, I'm still working on one) help charge the batteries so that I have more energy to work on the novels.
So, I think added to this weeks goals is to finish a first run at the poem thing. Just to stretch my range a little.
4 comments:
I've totally got to work on my mind reading. :)
I getcha, Deb. Concentrate your efforts where you can do the most good. Makes sense.
Well, if you're gonna whine, you have to sound a lot whinier. =)
I think, in that case, you just have to trust that you know where to spend your time. If the novel is a pain in the @$$ then you need to focus on something else and come back to it. That's the tricky part with writing. A lot of the time it seems like we're wasting time...but we're not, and we shoulnd't feel guilty about it.
...oh, KEYS!!!
Good lord, for the longest time I thought you were talking about the little metal thingies used to open locks...nevermind.
Good for you, Deb! I'm all for stepping out of comfort zones. To use your singing analogy--even though an alto will never be a soprano, that doesn't mean that she can't produce a high note every now and then that is so clear and true it makes you cry.
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