I finally got back into writing my novel. I skipped out on finishing a chapter, and I started a new one. I have no problem with that. It felt right. My problem was that I wrote only 500 words. I know from experience that only writing more (1000 words a day) will make me a better writer, but you get so caught up in what’s missing from your writing and how it looks.
Writing seems to be about giving yourself the opportunity to look bad to yourself.
You argue with an imaginary person standing over your shoulder, telling you what’s wrong.
This is where you lose your voice.
Can writing ever be pure?
Can we really ever write for ourselves or do those moments exist in between the negative thoughts?
At this point in life and career, I’m going with the latter.
I know I’ve been there. I just don’t know how to get back.