Some days, I don't feel like I'm writing so much as I'm herding ideas. I run back and forth between notes and text, up and down paragraphs, cracking out words like whips, trying to get them all moving in the same direction and moving slowly up the trail. The end is in sight, but still so very far away, and the ideas all want to run in circles or get caught in mud flats or have little calf ideas that will have to become footnotes that will probably just be turned to veal before we roll into town.
So, that is today, right now, why I am procrastinating -- or simply taking a break -- to write this post. My chapter is so close to ending, and yet will not get there. Each day, I begin by reading it from the beginning, cleaning up prose, adding and subtracting and expanding notes, and ensuring that any new subtleties or insights don't just pop up where they occurred to me yesterday but are instead embedded in the argument from the beginning. I'm doing good to get a single page of new material each day. At the end of the day, I'm tempted to beat myself up over my slow progress, but remind myself that any progress is progress. I have one more page today than I did yesterday. My story is packed with a lot of story that overlaps with a lot more story, and this chapter could easily be a book unto itself. It just cannot be cut into two different chapters. I've already done that!
So, yee haa! Back to the dogie ideas.