I have discovered something about myself. The other day I was having trouble gearing up to write. I analyzed why I was procrastinating, then realized it was because I was having a small fit of insecurity about my writing. And when I get insecure, I have trouble getting motivated.
I know this is BS. My writing is fine. I just need to keep working at it. Every book will be better than the last, but I can't keep improving if I don't write.
So I visualized my writing as my job. And that I have a boss looking over my shoulder. All of a sudden, CLICK. I sat down and wrote like I was supposed to. I think there's something to be said for treating writing like you treat your day job. Insist on discipline, quality, and results.
God. I sound like my parents. AAAAARGH. When the hell did that happen? Still, perhaps they have a small point. :-) Note to mom and dad: OK already. You were right.
So I am compromising on my view of writing. It is part creativity and part job. Part artistry and part discipline. With that, my fourth book will be done in no time.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
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