It ain't always easy...

At work right now, but fretting about heading home tonight and trying to get the rest of this story I'm writing done so I can send it off tomorrow for reading over. It's...been frustrating, writing this one. First off, the nature of my characters have change significantly from when I first started it, though definitely for the better - the couple were too similar before, which would work for a much longer piece, I think, but for something shorter the contrast I think needs to be there (unless I were a really clever writer - which I'm not yet by any means). So the change has been a good thing, and did propell the story further, but...there's something about this one that feels vaguely like I'm squeezing blood from a stone. The drops are coming, and I have at least broken it in the sense of being happy with the structure, but bloody hell, the words themselves...I keep telling myself it's purely a matter of poor focus when I sit down with it, but I think now it's that the characters are somewhat revealing themselves as I write, rather than me being sure about who they are and what they want before I started writing. When I'm in that kind of zone, the words somehow flow much better. Then again, not every piece just flies from my fingertips, and I can't expect it to anytime I sit down to write. Just one of those things I need to deal with.

Sigh. It will get done. It will. One word after another.