Novel’s at 83,370 words.
So I turned out to be wrong about sustaining the faster pace. Only managed 700 words this week.
I could say it’s because I’m doing more planning and outlining, and less writing. I could say it’s because I’ve started jogging in the mornings again, so I have less time to write.
But in truth I’m distracted, conflicted, and afraid.
I’m afraid I won’t have the book done by the end of the month. I’m afraid I won’t be able to edit it into something worth reading later this year. I’m afraid I’m wasting my time, that I should be spending more of what free time I have working on side programming projects, investing in my skills there instead of here.
In short, I’m afraid I’m making a mistake.
And of course, the lack of writing progress only makes the fear worse. It’s evidence, you see, that…
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