I’m starting to hit my groove writing my second book when I make the mistake of re-reading the first couple chapters. Bad move.
It starts innocently enough. A character is getting into his car when I can’t remember which specific make and model he is supposed to be driving. I find the descriptive passage in an earlier scene, read the scene, and that’s it.
Creative flow gone – replaced by the addictive and resilient NEED TO REVISE.
I kick myself every time this happens. I set specific time aside to edit just so I won’t fall into this trap. Does it work? Of course not.
Discipline! That’s what I need! I set a schedule for myself and I need to stick to it! And I will. From this moment forward I will absolutely stick to my schedule: write when I’m supposed to write, edit when I’m suppose to edit, twitter and Facebook only during designated times.
Granted, if I had any discipline at all, I’d have lost twenty pounds and quit biting my nails a long, long time ago. But my intentions are good, so that counts. Right?