Remember that 2018 resolution of reducing my stress levels and therefore no deadlines, no preorder dates for me, I would write when the muse struck blah blah blah? Well, there is a flipside to the no-stress resolution.
AN EMPTY PAGE.
Instead of writing, I’ve been procrastinating. How, you may ask? Well, as of yesterday, I’ve bought two exclusive images for that book I have not yet written but keep talking about needing to write. I’ve written poetry for my other blog, and I’ve overhauled the ad copy for most of my ads. I even posted some poetry on my Instagram. All excuses for the actual writing.
I did get to write 1700 words of a first chapter for the book and even posted it on Book+Main because that had been my resolution for 2018 as well—to post my WIP on that app (well, I’ll be talking about my decision to move away from B+M in another post). Well, upon further perusal (because I edit as I go; I don’t do the whole write the full draft without editing thing and then edit later), the chapter SUCKED. It was horrible. No hook, nothing to keep a prospective reader interested. Heck, even I’m not interested which means it’s back to the drawing board for me.
And I’ve yet to go back to the actual writing.
So clearly, the no-stress resolution is backfiring BIG TIME.
It turns out, I need to be held accountable. I was talking to my friend and fellow author, Michelle Jo Quinn (you can get her free book, Planning Bliss here), about how I wrote all the stories I’ve published on Wattpad. Somehow the readers there make me feel accountable for finishing the book I started (although I’ve had to stop two books when I saw glaring mistakes along the way). I’ve tried writing alone but it’s too dang lonely and there’s just no motivation to finish. And so I told her that I might go back there and post my stories again, scene by scene and chapter by chapter until it’s time to edit and then publish.
It’s something I’ve done with every one of my published books (even Falling for Jordan last year which I swore I’d write on my own) and even the unpublished ones just waiting to be edited. I just need to focus on the stories I need to write this year and not get distracted by anything else, like that Wattpad contest where you write your version of who’d win the Game of Thrones. Interesting, I thought, but it’s another distraction from what I really need to do (Tormund and Brienne for the win, by the way. He’s alive—has to be!).
So, anyway… accountability.
I need it or nothing will get done this year. Who knew I needed the stress after all?