Woke up way too early today to get the tutoring out of the way. Had breakfast, lunch and am now ready to start writing again. I'm trying to make this a continuous process, so that as I go further into my novel, I won't have to drag myself to the computer to write on a day-to-day basis.
Had an epiphany yesterday. Torpid development of self as writer led to this, a definitive moment for me as an wannabe novelist.
I am a belated perfectionist. I want my writing, my pace, my story to be perfect, but I don't struggle towards this perfectionism until it is almost too late. But I think I have the pattern down now. Basically, chug out a massive mess of letters, move around huge chunks of it for eight hours and two days later, realize it's not worth scraping off of the bottom of your shoe. Or anyone's shoe.
I'm so proud.
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