So what's my problem? I haven't the foggiest. I can tell my story over and over again. I can describe each scene in detail. I can't put pen to paper. The car's in gear, but the parking brake is still on.
Yes, I've been able to eek out words. They're good words. Some might be great. But this, my friends, is NaNo and quantity is an issue. If there were ever a time when size matters, it's now.
Participants, also known as WriMos, who take the plunge as supposed to fly free. They take to the keyboard with wild abandon and write. Judgement be damned. Give your inner editor 30 days off. You write whatever gobbledygook comes to mind. Sure, it's no Shakespeare, but revision can work miracles.
Not me. When I told my inner editor to shove off, she choked up on the keyboard and threatened to do bodily harm. Needless to say, she's running the show right now. I have to shake her or this novel is DOA.
Words: 1,588
Mood: Indignant
Music: Ian Broudie - Song for No One
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Oh yeah. I think Jax just made you some fresh pee towels for this post. Lol.
ReplyDeleteSeriously though, I can relate to this. I'm awesome at revisions. The trick is having something TO revise. This is where perfectionism and straight jackets seem to make the most sense.
I know I'm not perfect, yet I must attain perfection. I know my words can be revised at any time and as many times as the day is long, yet I scrutinize them as they come out like they're already chiseled in stone. And when the words do not make me happy, I have difficulty moving on until they're right.
Sigh. Straight jacket, anyone?