Some words just need a good kill’in
So, “wasn’t” that was my word of the week apparently. I didn’t notice it as I wrote, but it appears to pop up every couple of sentences in the story I’m working on.
I know, I know, write first, edit later. Sometimes I just can’t help myself. This is soul-crushing the angst of editing your own work, nothing like the inner critic to take the wind out of your sails. The writing was actually flowing pretty well. Its only in hindsight that all those repetitions seem so glaring.
I guess it could be worse, might work might be suffering adverb poisoning.
It probably doesn’t help that I was writing with spotify on in the background, my soothing In Strict Confidence playlist helps the prose flow, but occasionally the mood is broken. You can’t tell me that Brazillian crooner Stromae and his interruptions aren’t detrimental to the creative process.