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.
Attention. Attention. Please consider this your official ass-kicking.
” Get your rear in gear, woman! I’m ready to read this book!”
You knew I would do it, didn’t you? Just call me Mean Girl …
Lynne, I knew I could count on you! Thank you! I’ll get down to it.
Don’t make me have to come over there and shake my finger at you. You’d best get to work. Congrats on that score. Don’t downplay that achievement, Kym. It means you’re on the right track, and I can hardly wait to see what you’ve done and what you’re going to do. Get to work.
Thanks, Joysann. I really need to get something done before I go in the hospital. I’d like to let it “rest” so I can edit when I feel a little better after surgery.