Two Drafts in the Bag

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.

-Ambrose Bierce

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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How I Finally Wrote a Book

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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Why Fear is My Friend (and probably yours too)

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.

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