Excuses, excuses…
Ok, so I’ve been pretty slack lately with working on my current novel. Keen eyed followers will notice my word count hasn’t budged for quite a while now…not a single word.
BUT…
I have an excuse.
Of course I have an excuse, I’m a writer. We always have an excuse…too busy, not inspired, too tired, muse on vacation, working on another project, I forgot I was a writer…or the good old, always faithful, never-lets-you-down back up – I have writer’s block!
But no, none of these ‘paltry’ excuses this time.
This time I have a decent excuse…
I think I wrote more than I have in my current working draft…but I can’t find it anywhere!
See!! A perfectly legitimate excuse!
How could I possibly continue with my WIP when what could potentially be THE best part of the novel lies undiscovered in a discarded notebook, or tucked away in some hidden file on a random computer?? HOW? For all I know the missing 1,000 words (give or take) may completely change the direction my novel is heading! They might be so awe-inspiringly beautiful that I renounce the previous 77k of my book and start again from scratch!!
Hey…you never know, maybe if I keep telling myself this I might never have to work on my current WIP again! Yay, then I’ll be free to move on to my next novel idea. That gives me plenty of time to decide on an excuse not to finish that one…
Hmm, I’m seeing a pattern here. As a writer I understand I have the tendency to be easily distracted, easily confused and totally unfocused. Let’s face it, if I could actually concentrate on one thing for more than five minutes open-mindedly, without becoming sidetracked then I might actually create something *shudder*, then I’d have to edit, rework, revise, rehash, improve, tidy up, correct, rearrange, cut, rewrite, check over, amend, alter, change…FAR too much effort! Nope, it’s much easier to find a damn good excuse to put my current idea on hold and start one of the million other ideas vying for my attention.
So, until I find this missing section of my novel I can cuddle up in the comfort of blissful ignorance and ludicrous justification…after all it’s so nice and warm and cozy in here – why would I ever want to leave?
You'll be fine. Have another snooze! LOL. Yes you sound like a typical writer. Well, actually not typical because you have actually finished novels. That means you need to get off your arse and get some writing, polishing, re-write etc. done!
Yes, I know, you are moving. Just so slowly we can't see you move.
Worst. Excuse. Ever. That's even worse than *all* my excuses put together, with jam, in a sandwich.
I wish it was possible to kick your own arse – because if it was, then I would totally do that and motivate myself into finishing my novel. But it isn't. So I guess the only thing left to do is sit here and drink coffee until someone else will kick my arse for me.