I went away this weekend to tampa, ran the breast cancer Susan G. Komen race (more like strolled, ambled, sashayed, skipped, and walked, etc) and haven't written since Oct. 1st. I've sat down in front of my computer, looked at where I left off, decided I didn't want to be in that scene, thought about what else I could clean in my apartment, and then went back to the computer (after not cleaning anything). Went to the first scene, realizing that perhaps the beginning would be a good place to start.
It wasn't. But it may be my best chance. How did I get to be so disorganized about this? I had a game plan: finish the first draft. Keep going, get it all down, then break down the novel into sections. Rewrite sections.
I've already gone against the plan. When I go against what I've set out to do, somehow I chalk it up to a slight failure. Not a big one, but just a hiccup level one. I need to get back on track.
Sidenote: I have written tons into my journal (my real life, tangible one). New character developments, new traits, and notes on the next book have all been jotted down for later usage.
There, I'm not a total failure.
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