I admit to being highly guilty of this. I sit down to write and the words flow away like water from a beach and I’m left wondering if I can remember how to spell ‘the’.
Naturally, the words flow back as soon as I’m away from my desk. Scrivener can lie open staring at me for hours while I strive to think of just the right phrase to make people love my hero just as much as I do. But it’s no good. Until I walk away to do something else. Then there are birds all around but I never heard them singing….
sorry…had a Music Man moment there.
Like I was saying, Scrivener (that’s my writing program for the unknowing) will glare at me, daring me to write something. Anything. But not a single thing has been changed except I may not like the looks of a word so I’ll spend 10 minutes in Visual Thesaurus looking for a better one…only to change it back to the original an hour later. (There’s too much ‘change’ in that sentence…wonder if the thesaurus has a better word….)
Instead of writing I’m editing, obsessing over the proper phrase or feeling or mood. Piddling with the little things while ignoring the big one. The bloody thing isn’t finished!
Wait…that needs caps.
THE BLOODY THING ISN’T FINISHED!
It’s almost like I’m sabotaging myself so I won’t finish. Is my fear of failure so high? Do I want….what’s the word? (goes to thesaurus.com)
So today I’m making a late resolution. No more editing until I’m finished with the bloody thing. It will be bad, it will use all the wrong words, it will….stink. But it will be done and all that stuff is fixable. Without the thesaurus.