I often wonder about the nature of creativity. Is it some chemical that science has yet to identify that floats about in our bodies and just gets absorbed at random? Is there some compound that makes different types of creativity form into different ideas? For example, is there just a touch more sodium to the compound that makes artistic creativity than that of scientific creativity? What about right now? Is this just some break down of sugars in my body that is making me ask these questions like an expenditure of adrenaline after a life and death experience?
Ah questions. They don't actually require answers, you know. If we had all the answers to all the questions, what would we do? We would probably cease to be for sheer lack of any form of drive or motivation.
I did write again tonight. Just a smidgen. I got to further explore the possibility of making a certain character into first person POV. I really think I like how that might work. Letting said character express things directly might make it easier to fill in the blanks in information without taking too much of the active suspense in the story.
I am still lagging a bit. It is much harder to just pump out those pages than it was before. Right now, I'm lucky if I get a page or so. I know, its not about numbers. Damn though, it feels good when I can say, "I wrote 10 pages today." I think the only way I'm going to be able to do that any time soon is if I write a new short story and I'm not sure I want to do that. I'm mulling it over. The good part of that is that I would be actively pursuing whatever I can as far as writing goes. The bad part is that I'm afraid it will just lead me even further away from the novel than I currently am. Granted, I won't know until I do or don't do it, but that's part of the mulling, now isn't it?