Well, actually, it should be more like “not writing.” Because that’s what I’ve been doing lately. Not writing fiction, that is — I’ve written loads of blog posts, Facebook updates, emails. In short, everything but the book.
And that would be the book whose first 6,000 pages scored a 98 and a 100 out of 100 possible points in my writing group’s contest.
Yeah, I know. It shocked me too. I think I got two very lenient judges because, although I’d like to think I’m a reasonably good wordsmith, honesty forces me to admit I don’t write that well. Frankly, I’m not sure anyone does.
So, you’d think I’d be hugely motivated to finish the damned book! And I am. I really am. I just find that lately I’m cutting myself way too much slack. Most of my very kind friends are would respond by cutting me even more, but really, that won’t help. What I need is for someone who’s not so kind to kick my ass and tell me to get to it.