I must admit that today has been trying. My first mega bouts of frustration, writer's block and doubt. Massive amounts of doubt. There was a moment this afternoon when I honestly almost gave up the whole thing. I thought that no one would like it, publish it and I was done putting so much time into it. There I sat in Starbucks, all teary eyed and pouty lipped. I'm sure it was a very unattractive sight.
But two things got me going again. First was my husband. No, it wasn't a lovey dovey 'do it for hubby and the kids' moment. It's just that I have seen him work through weekends and parties and the entire night when necessary. He'll crack open a Red Bull at midnight, stretch his back and go back to painting fluffy bunnies. Whatever it takes to meet the deadline. That made me feel like a wuss. A petulant, soft little wuss. Which naturally made me more determined than ever - I hate being a wuss.
The second thing that got me going was the story. Damn thing was still rattling around in my brain even when I wanted it to stop. I always have stories in my head and it's been a challenge to focus on one and follow it to the conclusion. Confession time: I have never finished as a writer, I'm a story ending virgin. *blush* But after an entire morning of every other story clamoring for my attention, this afternoon it was the only show in town. And man, did it get good! I totally had to write it!
So anyway, here I am at 9:30, drinking coffee and planning to not stop until I have completed another three chapters. I have got to increase how much I get done in one day if I'm going to make it. Oh, and I'm going to make it. Just you watch.
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