For the past few weeks, I had a difficult time getting any writing done. I shuffled through my notes, saying, I should work on that next, or, if I organize these notes a little more, I can finish this chapter… and nothing got done.
I came to realize I was too focused on trying to perfect the first several chapters of the book, chapters I’ve been immersed in since the fall. I was stuck in neutral; the scenes, actions, and conversations had become too familiar. So, earlier this week, I made up my mind to just do. It doesn’t matter what I write; snippets of additional or new dialogue, necessary tweaks, rewrites, new, yet eye roll inducing crap that can be fixed or ditched later. It doesn’t matter. And, wouldn’t you know, it’s working. Slowly but surely, I’m getting things done. I hopscotch all over the place, which is nothing new, it’s part of my process. I’m happy I was able to remove some of the needs-to-be-changed highlighted text. I was a bit tired of looking at those scolding colored blocks.