So this morning I got up early, as I’ve been trying to form that habit, and I wrote my morning pages that I hadn’t done in perhaps a month. (well, I tried yesterday but only got half a page done before I had to leave.)
Anyway. In my ramblings this morning, I plotted out the end of this book of Hiro’s Quest.
Great, you say? Well, not so much.
See, now I’ve seen the end, it’s not so easy to write it. For me writing is about finding out what happened. Once I know…well, there goes the major impetus to write. I know I’ll still finish it–I have several finished mss already, so I know I can. I know I’ll edit it, because I’ve done it. And it will be good. Great. Awesome, after enough edits. I’m just annoyed I went from “I don’t wanna write, I don’t know what I’m doing!” to “I don’t wanna write now I know the ending!” in a matter of, what? Two days?
Way to sap the fun, muses. (Fortunately, I have a payback in mind–my intricate outline consists almost entirely of “Hiro realizes [spoiler] and grabs [spoiler] and the ceiling [spoiler]” so I still get to make them work to write it.)
bwahahahaa…I guess there’s still lots of fun left.   😉