I know this discussion has already taken place, but I wanted to mention something I've noticed in my work recently.
Today I sat down to work--which is great--and ended up tinkering with formatting for about half an hour instead of writing--which is not so great.
I convinced myself working on formatting was, indeed, working because I was making something like progress on my novel. But when I looked at it after half an hour, nothing had changed except * became #.
Ragh!
I think it's because I'm at a point in my work where I have to be really brutally honest with myself about what I'm writing, and be incredibly picky, and it scares me a little. I've been working on this novel for quite a while, and I don't want to ruin it. Ultimately, I know I will take up my blue pen (never red) and make the corrections/additions/deletions I need to, but while I'm reminding myself it needs to be done, I'll be tinkering with margins and layout.
*kicks self in butt*
Today I sat down to work--which is great--and ended up tinkering with formatting for about half an hour instead of writing--which is not so great.
I convinced myself working on formatting was, indeed, working because I was making something like progress on my novel. But when I looked at it after half an hour, nothing had changed except * became #.
Ragh!
I think it's because I'm at a point in my work where I have to be really brutally honest with myself about what I'm writing, and be incredibly picky, and it scares me a little. I've been working on this novel for quite a while, and I don't want to ruin it. Ultimately, I know I will take up my blue pen (never red) and make the corrections/additions/deletions I need to, but while I'm reminding myself it needs to be done, I'll be tinkering with margins and layout.
*kicks self in butt*


