I've given myself permission to quit. Not writing, but a manuscript. Now, I don't hate the book I was writing, and I know I'll come back to it someday, but I finally had to decide that it was a "not right now" kind of thing. Why is this something to blog about? Well, I'm kind of one of those people that if I start something, I dang well better finish the thing. I don't like putting things down once I start, and have some kind of morbid fear that it might become a habit if I start. So, I don't. I'll slog through something until it kills me. Well, not anymore.
I was staring at my computer screen the other day, trying to come up with how to end a scene, and then it hit me. I was really not enjoying myself. And when I thought about it more, I realized it was the manuscript that was making me not enjoy it. Something after the accident made it less than appealing now. So, I put it down, hunted through my idea files, and came up with something much more lighthearted and better suited to where I need to be mentally. (Dang car crash--honestly, who would have thought something like that could mess me up so much? And don't get me started on the paperwork...)
So, this is okay. I have something to work on, and I can go back to my other manuscripts later. And that's okay!
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