Sometimes, we complicate our writing process to the point where we become inert. I’ve been adrift for months, tinkering with the same third chapter of my novel for weeks at a time, editing a word here, changing a paragraph there, but making no progress. It’s like I’m on some sort of crusade and my horse won’t stop for water. I know what has to be done. I mean, after innumerable courses, pitch sessions, reviews and critiques and reading hundreds of how-to blogs by authors who claim to be successes, I’ve accomplished squat in terms of finishing. Am I afraid of finishing? A serial procrastinator because the process rather than the product has my attention? Maybe. I started another novel, in fact, as a distraction,…
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