I’ve settled back into my writing routine comfort zone this morning. Thirty minutes of editing first thing before the gym, then forget about doing more until tomorrow.
I have now accepted that trying to push more with this book is setting me up for failure.
There are so many issues at hand right now that stop me from doing more: the fear of this book just not being good enough, the family pressure for me to look non-stop for a teaching job, the guilt I have that I really shouldn’t be writing all day because, let’s face it, it doesn’t pay the bills for now and also likely, the fact that this is really a difficult story unlike anything I wrote before.
So I slowly came to a peaceful place where I feel good about my writing production if I spend 30 minutes a day doing serious editing in this novel. Yes, it will take a few months to get to the end, but so be it. It is better than not doing anything at all and losing the pleasure I find in writing stories.
So indeed today was a happy writing day.
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