Wasting Time Blogging
I don't why I'm spending my time surfing the Blogs, making comments etc. If I have time to write this, I have time to work on THE BOOK. THE BOOK is almost finished but I've stopped writing and now all my characters are standing around twiddling their thumbs wondering what to do next.
I've spent about a year creating this work and now, tens of thousands of words and many chapters later, all I need is one more chapter so I can finally say, "THE BOOK is finished." I find my self in a quandary. I'm constantly thinking about that last chapter and the more time that passes the guiltier I feel. I want to be done, but I will not make myself sit down and finish.
I think I'm a little scared. Is that odd? Maybe, but right now I am still working on THE BOOK. When people see me at the computer and ask what I'm doing, I can airily reply, "Oh, nothing, just doing a little work on my BOOK." No one asks to see yourBOOK while your working on it, they want to see it when it's finished. That's the real issue, isn't it. Right now, as a work in progress, THE BOOK doesn't have to be all that good. I can tell myself all will improve when I edit THE BOOK. But when the work is done, I'll have to show THE BOOK to other people and then I may discover a dirty little secret. THE BOOK just isn't any good.
I think I'm a little scared.
I hope that's more the case than being a little lazy. I really hope so. Tonight, I think I'll work on THE BOOK. Maybe. Sure I will, but then maybe I'll watch TV.
I hope I'm just a little scared.
I've spent about a year creating this work and now, tens of thousands of words and many chapters later, all I need is one more chapter so I can finally say, "THE BOOK is finished." I find my self in a quandary. I'm constantly thinking about that last chapter and the more time that passes the guiltier I feel. I want to be done, but I will not make myself sit down and finish.
I think I'm a little scared. Is that odd? Maybe, but right now I am still working on THE BOOK. When people see me at the computer and ask what I'm doing, I can airily reply, "Oh, nothing, just doing a little work on my BOOK." No one asks to see yourBOOK while your working on it, they want to see it when it's finished. That's the real issue, isn't it. Right now, as a work in progress, THE BOOK doesn't have to be all that good. I can tell myself all will improve when I edit THE BOOK. But when the work is done, I'll have to show THE BOOK to other people and then I may discover a dirty little secret. THE BOOK just isn't any good.
I think I'm a little scared.
I hope that's more the case than being a little lazy. I really hope so. Tonight, I think I'll work on THE BOOK. Maybe. Sure I will, but then maybe I'll watch TV.
I hope I'm just a little scared.
posted by Death Warmed Over | 10:44 AM
3 Comment:
I want to write a book too, but what the hell is there to say? That is probably why I blog. My friends tell me that I should make a book of my blogs. Yawn.
That's why I'm trying childrens fiction. Nothing I write would much interest adults.
If you finish it I swear I'll buy it man
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