It sounds like the title of a book and maybe I should write it. Along with the twenty other story ideas that are currently running around in my head.
Is it any wonder i can’t sleep at night.
I’m working on the latest book and it is not going well. I don’t have writers block, I think it is more a case of self doubt.
This leads me to be over critical of what I have written and much pressing of the delete key. Only to realise that an action taken in haste can be regrettable and makes me feel even more depressed.
I think I’d be happier in a garret somewhere channeling van Gogh’s rage.
Lesson learned – don’t delete, save it to a text file so it can be retrieved in saner moments.
I was not happy with the previous start. Funny that because until a few weeks ago I thought the start was perfect.
What a difference a week makes or is that politics?
Perhaps I should consider adding some political satire.
But I digress.
It seems its been like that for a few weeks now, not being able to stick to the job in hand. I recognised the restlessness, I’m not happy with tge story as ot is.
So I rewrote the start, added about a hundred pages, and now I have to do a mass of rewriting.