I've written 9 more sentences, which is more than twice what I wrote earlier today. They aren't great, though, and I'm already looking to revise them, but I'm still just... not feeling it. The muse has left the building today. Perhaps she'll return tomorrow. That's my hope anyway. Meanwhile, I will plug away, considering the implications of my ADD-like behavior.
I think what is also bringing me down (man), is my research. It's cumbersome. I need to know so much that I'd really rather just make up in my own head, but I can't settle for less than authenticity in my writing, so I will have to do the homework. As a teacher, this just doesn't sound like fun at all.
Truth be told, I do enjoy learning the information, and even searching for it; it's that what is realistic doesn't always fit with the idea I had for the characters and plot. Therefore, what I want to be in my story can't necessarily be in reality, so there will be some paradigm shifting going on. Balls.
Spinal cord injuries. What I'm finding in my online searches is much information about the actual types and possible causes for SPI, organizations to help those with SPIs, and support. What I'm not finding, however, is what I really want to know. Perhaps I need to find a specialist with whom to discuss what I need to know. (Yes, I'm being purposefully vague. I mentioned in my first post a little about the plot - the accident, etc. - but I'm not ready to publish the details just yet.)
At the risk of rehashing past posts, I'll close and go back to my research. Maybe I'll find a nice person willing to help an unpublished novelist with research pro bono. Pigs fly, right?
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