The second draft is done. Bam! I toss my head and smile modestly.
“Why yes, I have finished two drafts of my novel, thanks for asking.”
And you know what? It was torture. I procrastinated again and oh yeah, again. This whole weekend I’ve been futzing around with the CSS behind this site. I’ve never written CSS before, but I learned how to change the background color and paragraph spacing and even put a different color behind my blockquote.
Quoting: The act of repeating erroneously the words of another.
Cool eh? I told myself that all of this was actually productive work. Even if that’s true I know that what I was really doing was ignoring the tidily printed pages of my new last chapter.
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I may have peaked as a writer when I was eight and won a young author’s award for a short story. I got to meet a REAL DEAL author (Jane Yolen, I still read my copy of Dragon’s Blood!) and attend a full-day conference with a lot of other aspiring writers. I’ve since dabbled in poetry, short stories, essays, articles, and novels. I’ve dreamed of quitting my day jobs to be a full-time writer but always came up with a million excuses why it was an impractical dream. Or why I didn’t have the time. Or the talent. Or the imagination.
So I’d write for a while, get stuck, get bored, or put my energy into a different kind of distraction. I treated my writing as a hobby because I wasn’t sure I’d actually ever be capable of finishing a book. And if I did finish that book, I wasn’t sure if even my mom would want to read it. And let me tell you, that woman’s a reader.
One random day, I was cleaning up my email, probably procrastinating something adultish I needed to do, and came across one of the many online programs that invite you to join them and write a book. I paused, finger hovering over the delete button…
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I have a couple of frienemies that I’d like to introduce to you today. Their names are Doubt and Anxiety. I know, I know, all the advice out there says to clean house and purge oneself of toxic relationships but we’ve been friends for so long that I wouldn’t even know how to start. We call ourselves the Procrastination Club.
When Anxiety comes over I spend a lot of time with her. Usually, Doubt shows up pretty quickly too and the three of us sit on the couch discussing the life choices I could make. Usually, to calm Anxiety, I start to back away from the choice that she’s most concerned about. Doubt helps me rationalize why it was a foolish and risky option and by the end of our chat, the three of us are pretty comfortable with our decision to support the status quo.
Continue reading “Why Fear is My Friend (and probably yours too)”
I had the opportunity to travel to Charlotte, North Carolina and I jumped on it. With both feet. Besides, what’s more writerish than working bicoastal on a project?
“How much trouble,” I asked myself, “could I get into in a hotel room? I’ll have nothing to do other than read and edit my book.”
Done and done. Little did I know… Continue reading “Destination, Charlotte”