o, it’s been a bad month for writing. Got nada done on my blog (obviously) and nothing on my stories. It wasn’t fear of the blank page. It was fear of being bad. I couldn’t think of anything that wasn’t immediately called stupid by my inner editor and I just didn’t have the energy to fight her.
After listening to my inner editor all month, I finally pushed through and send a few pages to one of my writers’ groups. I didn’t like what I wrote, but I sent it anyway – thank goodness for deadlines. And you know what? The world didn’t end. My writer friends didn’t disown me…in fact, there were parts that they liked.
That was earlier this week and last night and this morning on the commute, what I had been struggling with all started falling into place. Not perfect-I’m-done-and-everything-is-polished place, but definitely getting there.
I don’t know what lesson to take away: write every day even if you think it’s stupid or it’s OK to take a break…as long as you come back.