Whenever I have free time, I consider my options available to me: working on my novel, curling up with a good book, taking a walk through the woods behind my house, unwinding with a few games on Xbox, or putting a DVD in the DVD player and watching a good movie.
In the back of my head, I know that I need to be working on my novel everyday, yet, at the same time, I have this reluctant feeling of sitting down at the computer and producing words. It's kind of like an "I'll get to that later" feeling.
On the contrary, when I finally do get myself working, and I write the last sentence to the scene or chapter, I feel proud of myself for completing what I started. A sense of self-worth, almost.
This happens every, single day.
It's the most annoying set of feelings ever, IMO.
Does anyone else feel this way?
In the back of my head, I know that I need to be working on my novel everyday, yet, at the same time, I have this reluctant feeling of sitting down at the computer and producing words. It's kind of like an "I'll get to that later" feeling.
On the contrary, when I finally do get myself working, and I write the last sentence to the scene or chapter, I feel proud of myself for completing what I started. A sense of self-worth, almost.
This happens every, single day.
It's the most annoying set of feelings ever, IMO.
Does anyone else feel this way?