I let my draft sit so long that I can’t get back in the groove.
Instead of editing the thing, I have spent my time creating a long list of reasons why this story sucks, why it is boring and derivative and says nothing new, why I should scrap it and do something else.
But I know my wily self. If I start something else, I’ll just dick around with it for another year or so and then do the same thing all over again.
I have a day off and no commitments today. Time to open up that old smelly garbage bag and go hunting through the q tips, coffee grounds, and forgotten-in-my-bag-since-Monday-tatziki for my golden ticket. Good lordy me.
PS. I was going to go to the library and get that Stephen King book on writing and then make some granola and finish the dishes and then print up a new copy of my draft and get to work.
HoHO, self. Nice try.
PPS. I actually compost a lot. 🙂