When I sat down to write my book I decided I would treat it as if I was doing NaNoWriMo. (I would be awful at the official one. Video games are my other big hobby and something awesome usually comes out in November without fail.)
I just finished the rough draft of my book last night. 91,000 words in just under six weeks isn't too shabby.
I went through several years of self-sabotage and several of complete creative shut down before this. I always use to ask myself "What publisher do I want for this project?" or "Is this type of book selling?" or other such nonsense. (I was in University -- I thought I had everything figured out.
) And then I would wonder why I either froze dead when I started a new book or gave up three chapters in.
Hello, self. Meet your worst enemy: self.
My writing is now something I do because I love it. It is also something that I do because knowing that I have the strength to put butt in chair and words on paper makes me feel good about myself.
I'm a sneaky little booger, too.
I reward myself for little and big milestones during a novel to make sure that I stay on target.
I've also learnt that I am much less scared if I can see some form of ending -- or more importantly the major climactic scene -- before I get going.
Its all about figuring out what works for you. What I am finding is that it's a long road where I keep finding little sign posts saying "Yes, you CAN finish a draft", or (hopefully next) "Yes, you CAN find and fix all the plot holes." (Relax! They happen to everybody. That's what revision / editing is for.)
You get the idea.
The bottom line is that you have to give yourself permission to take down the facts. You can't turn the fluff in your head into something others can read until you yank it out of your imagination -- kicking and screaming if need be -- and tack its shadow to the wall. (Or bribe it with new electronics, chocolate and fast food. Yet again, do what *you* need to.
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Good luck!