Mid-book freak out time.
That moment I sit staring at the computer screen thinking any of the following in any order or maybe even all at once:
This is awful.
What was I thinking when I sat down to write tonight?
Wait…what is this character’s name…oh dear GOD I’ve called her the wrong name the last twenty pages…
Conflict?! Who needs conflict.
Hey, this sentence starts with a capital and there’s a period at the end. That’s good for something, right?
Oh wait…nvr mind.
Dear God, is that even in English?!
ThisIsARomanceButThere’sNoRomance. How did I forget the romance?!?!?!?!?!?
Kill someone. That always makes things interesting.
You could just write down the Big Fat Man story. Everyone loves that. Drank a barrel of water, ate a barrel of mush, gobble, gobble, gobble…
Hmmmm. I have a new Karen Templeton to read. Maybe I should take a reading break and study the craft.
It’s Friday. I need a drink.
Sucks, sucks. sucks.
Coffee, coffee, coffee.
I’m blogging first instead of writing first. That’s almost as bad as stopping to wash dishes but not as bad as stopping to sweep the floors.
Twitter. Twitter has the answers. Twitter is like writer zen. Writer zen…what is this I speak of? #twitterzen It could trend.
The end. I could just slap the end on it now and call it done.
Even though it’s not done.
But that’s the whole point of crappy first draft, right?
Sucks, sucks, sucks.
Not getting better if I don’t go write.
The kill someone idea sounds good. Who cares that it’s not suspense…at all…not even a little.
Wait. The Stars are on. Their magic number is 2. What am I doing writing?
Choices. Decisions. So many directions to go.
Wah. Wah. Wah. All the way home.
See you on the flip side.
#writerzen Yeah, that’s awesome. And an oxymoron.