So yesterday I was going on about how I am the official Queen of Procrastination. Well, today it's official. I should order my own execution for writing over 2,000 words of complete crap.
I know it shouldn't matter. I know I should tell myself that I can fix it all later, but this stuff was so bad it wouldn't even burn!
So, now here I am, back at the computer and at step one. At least i have a rough outline now and an idea.
So now that I'm starting all over, I'm looking at my outline and I have to say, it's not a bad story, there's just a lot of holes in it. Again, I can feel that fear creeping up and trying to choke me. What if it's not any good? Is there some literary guillotine waiting for me?
I know it shouldn't matter. I know I should tell myself that I can fix it all later, but this stuff was so bad it wouldn't even burn!
So, now here I am, back at the computer and at step one. At least i have a rough outline now and an idea.
So now that I'm starting all over, I'm looking at my outline and I have to say, it's not a bad story, there's just a lot of holes in it. Again, I can feel that fear creeping up and trying to choke me. What if it's not any good? Is there some literary guillotine waiting for me?
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