There are days when, as an author, the words flow like water over a dam. Ideas rush through the fingers, onto the paper (or through the keyboard) faster than you can write/type.
And then there are those other days.
Part of the process is consistency. Writing. Even if it is garbage. The important part is getting words on the page. You can fix something you've written poorly, but you can't fix something that isn't there at all. With that being said, I've definitely hit a landfill. I'm putting words down, but I'm afraid to read them because I know they aren't coming from the creative, inventive part of my brain. I'm re-establishing my routine after weeks of interruptions and rescheduling. I'm moving the story forward, which is essential, but the river is in drought at the moment, which means the water running over the dam is a trickle and not a spring flood.
With 1,000 words to the good, I begin to think about social networking. Looking up something fun to share. Procrastinating and wasting time because my muse is clearly still on holiday, but the story won't get written unless I write it. And so . . .
Sometimes you have to write garbage to move forward. Keep the trickle flowing. That way, when the rain falls and the deluge sweeps through, at least you have a foundation to wash over, to clean up, instead of allowing the process to dam up with stagnant water.
Do you suppose that it's part of the writing process that authors like to speak in analogies? (Am I just frittering away time instead of writing?)
Back to it! I have a book to write.