In my few weeks off from writing a full length book I have been trying to read craft books. I finally got hold of Dwight Swain's Techniques of the Selling Writer in Reno and have been slowly making my way through it.
Last night I read something that gave me hope :D I hate doing writing exercises. I'd rather do my yoga, naked in the middle of a crowded football stadium.
He writes 'The man who cottons to exercises generally isn't cut out to be a fiction writer. He's certainty-oriented; reaching out for a sure thing.
Most potentially successful writers have little patience with such. They're too eager to get on with their own stories; too intoxicated with their own euphoria; too excited over their ideas.'
Yeah--there is hope for me yet :)