As I write this, it is raining outside. A lot.
Jim would be checking the rain gauge every five minutes, and spending the rest of his time watching the weather channel. He loved weather.
I can take it or leave it. Rainy days, when they are not actual hurricanes, can be restful. Notice I did not say productive.
It is a perfect time to settle down and start that new novel I promised my half dozen fans I was going to write. But, over the summer, I have learned to procrastinate. Yes, I finished my edits. Yes, I have begun sending out queries. But when anyone asked if I am writing something new, I am forced to say “No.”
The characters are in my head clamoring to be set free. I have a glimmering sense of a possible plot.
My excuse is that what with all my gadding about this summer I haven’t had a solid block of time in which to write and that I don’t want to start something only to be interrupted just when the juices are starting to flow.
Yeah, I know BS when I hear it, too.
I think I am procrastinating because I know once I start, it is going to be a long, tough road until I write “The End.” And as I once said, “the end” is really the beginning. Rewrites, edits, submissions, more edits, promoting…
I get tired just thinking about it.
To quote Cheryl Strayed, “Writing is hard for every last one of us… Coal mining is harder. Do you think miners stand around all day talking about how hard it is to mine for coal? They do not. They simply dig.”
Neil Gaiman’s rule #2 for writers is “Put one word after another. Find the right word, put it down.”
Yep. One word after another. One sentence after another; one page…
It’s the first word, not the last, that’s so darn difficult.