Words About Writing

I'm reading a book of the genre I believe I will ultimately be published in, and not loving it. There are few protagonists in this genre that I have found I identify with. I guess that's why I write. But it occurred to me after watching something on TV that maybe my personal bias is getting in my way. I tried envisioning the protagonist as a different race, or from a different upbringing, with different social mores bred into her from the get-go, that kind of thing. And it's better. She still drives me crazy with her bad decisions, and piling one bad thing on top of the other, but I get that it may be relatable to people. It made me realize I might be pinning my "mature adult" perspective on my own 20-something protagonist. I'll tackle that in the editing. (I'm surely close to done by now!) That's in my reading. In my writing, just today I added a tiny incident with a minor character - who wasn't even a character before, just a known entity. I was

Stab me with a fork, this is interminable! First, TWO MONTHS since my last post? How did that happen? Second, I'm back in the old WIP I was trying to finish before Nanowrimo. 😥 Yes, I won Nanowrimo. The story, as I felt, will never see the light of day. There's some story, some musing, some theory, some personal exposition... Maybe I could salvage a short story out of it or something.  That's a possibility. Hmm... So, I'm back to the WIP I did NOT finish before November. Now, though, I'm pushing myself to write every day. Maybe not as much as I did during Nanowrimo, but at least daily, something.  I'm getting closer. New issues cropped up that I realized needed to be resolved before arriving at the conclusion, so that's where I am now. But I'm closer. I can feel it. This month, maybe early February.