I had big plans for this week. It was going to be fun and relaxing. The kind of week where I rewrite my novel in five days and do Halloween crafts with my kids and eat Cheetos and just be happy. Instead, I've been running around crazy and have hardly written at all. It's been a week of trying to keep my kids from having breakdowns while everything starts to fall apart, but then miraculously doesn't. But it never fixed itself until after I'd worried about it a bunch. The other night I was trying to get some writing done and I was so tired it took me four paragraphs to realize I'd switched from first person to third. Granted, third is my preferred choice but still, this character has been so determinedly first it's not possible to write her in third.
Writing is kind of like that. Not the tired part, the not turning out as you thought part. Though I'm guessing most of you can relate on the tired. Sometimes the scenes you think will be the easiest to write, or the best scenes in the book just don't work. They're slow or boring or just don't progress the plot. Sometimes we need to change our expectations, or let go of our preconceived ideas so we can enjoy what's there. Even though it wasn't what we planned.
If we can do that, we just might find some fun things.