NaNoWriMo was last month, and I wrote 10,000 words instead of 50,000 words.
My biggest flaw–the editor in me! Yes, I said it. My perfectionism caused me to go back and correct or change the plot. I may have OCD, I’m not sure. My characters are not pleased, and neither is my writer’s group. They are waiting for my next chapter, and all I want to do is fix.
I think a part of me is scared. I find it is so much more exciting reading and editing someone else’s creation than to write my own jumbled plot. However, when I’m in the groove, I love the rush. Do you know what I’m talking about?
My husband says that I can do this by taking one bite of the elephant at a time. Well, I hope the elephant doesn’t turn around and sit on me. Do I deserve to get crushed?
No. I need to sit up, roll up my sleeves, and not accept failure. I need to eat that elephant. Each bite will allow me to get stronger and want to finish.
Thanks for the pep talk. I needed that.
I actually think no one is going to read this, so might as well talk a little crazy. Comment if you are–crazy or reading this.