I’ve referred to Room 101 before — everyone knows what is in Room 101. Well, I was in there again this weekend for various reasons. So, I made the conscious decision to skip writing yesterday.
Sometimes the best thing you can do for your book is not think about it. At least that’s been my experience.
Because I skipped yesterday, I didn’t have to look at the words with fear and loathing. I didn’t have to decide whether or not my novel was worthy (and by extension, me). I didn’t have to face any demons on a day when I just… couldn’t.
I know that I’ve said that any writing is good writing, and I still believe that’s true. I had the dreaded feeling though that if I looked at the novel yesterday, I might not ever look at it again. (Yes, for the first time since I started writing this novel, I pondered the possibility of not writing it…)
Today I feel much, much better, though that old bugaboo Time is proving to be a stinker again. But at least I want to work on the novel today. That’s the main thing.
Saw this post today from Amanda Hoving about not being a coward. Seemed perfect.
Here’s hoping for some clear writing skies soon.